Last night, I met with my friend Marius for beer. We have been picking each other's brains about our our different cultural experiences. He was telling me all about the history of the communist flats, dachas or summer gardens, individual incomes and living expenses. During communist times, flats were built based on the needs of individual space. The bathroom, for instance, is rather small and for me clostrophobic. Average toilet rooms are about 3 x 4 feet. When sitting on the toilet, my knees touch the door and my shoulders almost touch the side walls. My bath tube and shower are in another room. There is no sink, so I need to use the tub faucet to brush my teeth and wash my hands. The Soviets decided these dimensions based on the room an average person needs--not desires. I have been in one room flats where the living room also serves as a bedroom. I have seen kitchen sinks and bathtubs in the same room. Hot water heating systems have no individual temperature controls, so it's really warm in the flats, so warm in fact that I usually open windows to cool it down. My flat is large compared to the ones I have visited with two bedrooms, a living room, two balconies and a kitchen--approximately 600 square feet. So when Marius asked me about my house, it seemed like a mansion. He asked why I needed so much space? I so look forward to our chats and beer...Marius was going to his dacha today to prepare his soil for summer planting. His plot of land is 8 miles away. He had to get a permit from the city to cut down some dead trees. All trees are protected and even though it's his tree on his land, he still needs permission to cut it down. Tomorrow before I have a church gathering at my flat, Marius will help me pay my utility bills at the same place I buy my bus tickets--a little kiosk across from my flat. To do this, I had to read three different meters, cold water, hot water, gas and electric--one for day and one for night usage. Each utility has a booklet that needs to be filled in and calculated. Then it's taken to the kiosk, paid and stamped, so that it's official. A little overwhelming for me, but part of this Lithuanian experience. Later today, I have been invited to dinner with Jurante, another Lithuanian friend. I've gotten used to riding the buses, walking and getting around this part of Klaipeda. So cool...
Location:Vingio gatvÄ—,KlaipÄ—da,Lithuania
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