Lovely Jewish house of Odessa and disgusting Potemkin Stairs
I could find only three faces of Odessa that are so different, unique, and shocking, The Jewish old houses with specific construction of stairs, balconies, and garden. My family decided to find the place, where my father stayed 45 years ago once he visited Odessa. Imagine the moment when you enter the same gate, see the same surnames on the post box, and even cats seem not to be changed. You just enter another reality that is not visible from the street. Everything seems to be stuck together with magical glue – several roofs, different gardens one above another, pots of flowers and children toys, wet clothes after the laundry and t-shirts that are used as curtains.
Jewish gardens created the atmosphere of such strong friendship between neighbors that I have never experienced.
The second part of Odessa was made of restaurants, cafes and rare beautiful architecture. I had to try hard to find something more besides The Theater of Opera and Ballet, Cathedral and some building in the downtown. And Potemkin stairs that play the role of a symbol of Odessa? OMG, that is not pretty. Just gray, bare and even the sea view was covered with an unfinished scene. Odessa made an impression on me that young couples with mojitos and shishas were everywhere you look. Restaurants on Deribasovskaya Street that compete with each other and try to catch all customers using even enormous bear-like costumes with 28 degrees outside.
I was rather disappointed with the beauty of old Odessa than satisfied. I can barely get why people travel here from all over Ukraine to spend three-time more money on burger or pizza and get in return polluted sea coast with highly priced and difficult to get shrimps.
Maybe because Ukraine has nothing more to offer?
And the third and the most disgusting part of Odessa was our visit to the most expensive and most popular street market “Pryvoz”, where we tried to get a watermelon or plums. The photos below can describe everything I felt better than my words. Just one question: People, what’s wrong with you?
The dirty and mess won even the most chaotic parts of Georgia. There is a boundary between lovely and messy market with people trying to sell all they’ve got and mud with lots of dogs in it and lost children looking for coins. How can you lead to such disorder? I don’t what to name those people Ukrainians. We are not like them!