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First, it was the mythical Jason, who crossed the Black Sea
leading the Argonauts in search of the Golden Fleece. After that
came Greeks, Romans, Avars, Arabs, Huns, Scythians, Mongols,
and the Ottoman Turks, to name a few. They, of course, were
not looking for the Golden Fleece, but had bigger fish to fry.
They were expanding empires, pillaging cities, ravaging
citizenry, and, of course, slaughtering infidels. Depending on
whom you were talking to, the infidels were the Greeks,
Romans, Avars, Arabs, Huns, Scythians, Mongols, and the
Ottoman Turks, to name a few.
In light of the fact that the Black Sea has been at the crossroads
of many of the world's most formidable and bloody military
campaigns, it is probably sacrilegious to point out that if you
were in the middle of the Black Sea a few months back, you
might have observed a spanking new luxury cruise ship
steaming northward on its way to the old Soviet ports of Odessa
and Yalta. Upon closer inspection, you might detect a couple of
American travel writers sipping champagne and trying to take in
as much Black Sea lore as was humanly possible.
“I'll bet you don't know where Jason found the Golden Fleece,"
my wife asked. She knew I hadn't the foggiest idea. “Colchis,"
she answered her own rhetorical question. “It's at the eastern
end of the Black Sea in present day Georgia."
Recently, my wife and I took a cruise of the Black Sea to the old
Soviet ports of Odessa and Yalta, nowadays Ukrainian ports,
aboard the Renaissance III cruise ship. It is one of a new
generation of all-suite cruise ships that specialize in what is
called “soft adventure." You know, you follow in the steps of
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Kublai Khan during the day and return to the ship for Roast Duck
au vin blanc in the evening.
Naturally, the Black Sea is not black at all. The story goes that
the name comes from the fact that in Turkey, which lies on the
Black Sea's southern coast, the strong winter winds blow down
from the north, swirling up the sea and giving it the appearance
of a cold or “black sea."
We, like Jason managed to cross the Black Sea, but instead of
finding the Golden Fleece, we found the “Pearl of the Black Sea,"
Odessa. Odessa is known to many Americans as the city where
many of the great Soviet violinists were born; Jascha Heifetz,
David and Igor Oistrakh, to rattle off a few.
“We have our problems, too," I said. “We have our homeless
people and our racial problems."
Odessa is the third largest city in the Ukrainian after Kiev and
Kharkov and has always been a melting pot and haven for
political exiles. During the past century it has been a center for
emigre Jews, Greeks, and Bulgarians. Scientists will know
Odessa as the home of Dmitri Mendeleev, the chemist that
developed the periodic table.
“You're probably right," she said, “But I still don't like them."
One of the young men on the street told me that the real thing
that bugs the old Communists is the fact that the “hooligans"
make a lot of money. “We're called the Russian Mafia," he
laughed.
“We still don't know free enterprise," Tanya told me. “We can't
even buy tapes of the army chorus. You can buy them in
America."
That night, as the Renaissance III headed back across the Black
Sea to Istanbul, we stood on the hind deck and watched the
lights of Yalta slip below the horizon. It didn't take a wise person
to realize that from an economic point of view things were not
well in the old Soviet Union. However, we also thought we
detected signs of hope. One of the young men that worked for
Intourist told us that he planned on going into business for
himself and planned on running his own tours for the visiting
cruise ships.
“I could give better tours than Intourist at half the cost," he said.
“However, I do not have money to get started." He told us he
hoped to get started by borrowing money from a cruise
company. One of the “hooligans" that was selling Babushka dolls
to tourists outside the government store told us he wanted to
buy a T-shirt machine and start selling T-shirts to American
tourists. These seemed like small potatoes, but with the rise of a
new generation, changes are in the air.
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