What It’s Like Visiting a Country That Doesn’t Exist

It’s a border crossing to nowhere – but that doesn’t stop the gruff-looking guards from taking their jobs seriously. Looking out the window of our minibus, it’s clear that the Cold War vibes are new again, and these men, outfitted in big Russian-looking hats and uniforms straight from the Soviet side of Checkpoint Charlie, are popping trunks, scrutinizing documents and otherwise impeding free flow along this roadway that is all, technically, inside a single nation. Crossing under a grand seal emblazoned with a hammer and a sickle, we pass over to what, on paper, and in the eyes of the world, is just a thin strip of land on the far side of the Dniester River – headed for three days into a country that doesn’t exist… [continue reading at Globe And Mail]