The capital of the country that does not exist, one November week of it: October 25th Street with its eight lanes of intention, Suvorov rearing in bronze, the steel armature of the Christmas tree waiting on the empty square. The stolovaya serves the best three-dollar meal in Europe. The parliament is floodlit for nobody, every night.
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· The Supreme Soviet at night: floodlights, symmetry, and a state performing statehood to an empty street.
· The municipal Christmas tree as bare armature on the empty square, three weeks before its annual resurrection.
· The city's founder rearing in bronze on his hill, empire's cavalry frozen against a white November evening.
· The covered market: pyramids of pickles, November apples, and commerce warmer than any ideology on offer outside.
· Tray, rails, borshch, kompot: the Soviet canteen in unbroken operation, and the best three-dollar meal in Europe.
· The tank as civic furniture: a veteran of 1944 aimed at the November sky, and the skepticism it patiently ignores.
· October 25th Street on a weekday: eight lanes of intention, flowerbeds at attention, and one pedestrian using all of it.
· The granite coat before the Supreme Soviet: the statue every other city removed, still supervising his square.
· Across the Dniester into a country that officially does not exist: first frame, industry and a battered trolleybus.