Excursion to the factory of Christmas decorations

< /object>On the eve of the New Year, we wanted something fabulous… and we signed up for a tour of the Christmas decorations factory. Naturally with a child. It was supposed to intrigue him with the technological side of things (they are such boys), and at the same time to interest him in painting or inspire respect for other people’s work or just have a good time outside the apartment.The day before the trip, my son caught a cold, the city was covered with snow, but we still went to the Christmas decorations factory. And, I must say, the pedagogical effect was not at all what we expected.The toy factory opened my eyes.It’s not about the conditions in which craftswomen work, and not about how much they get for it. Before the trip, I read a couple of reviews on the Internet and already knew that the “factory” is three brick barracks, where several dozen old women selflessly fight against heat and cold (alternately). There is nothing surprising in this – MOST of the population of the Earth works this way or almost this way.For some reason it turned out to be a surprise for me, a conversation overheard on an excursion. This is not even a conversation – so, a couple of phrases dropped on the go by other members of the tour group. But these few remarks were enough to form an image. The image of the new “clean” generation (office, car, Internet, foreign vacation). These guys have their own world, although they certainly know about the existence of another, less glamorous world. They do not know (or do not believe) that these worlds are connected so tightly. That the shiny Christmas tree toy on their corporate tree was made here. That other goods and services they consume on a daily basis are delivered straight from the “dirty” world, which is menacingly large and close. There is no buffer zone, there are no thousands of kilometers of emptiness (well, this is when you watch on TV about children who are starving in Africa, selling weapons in America and plowing in China in a childish way).The funny thing is that I myself live, work and communicate in a “clean” world. But for some reason I don’t want to write myself in It’s funny that the manager of the factory with the expressive surname Sarkisyan gives an interview to the Russian channel in Ukrainian.Finally, a couple of tips for those who decide to also visit Klavdievo and explore everything on their own. In my opinion, there are two acceptable options for visiting:

  1. To go to the factory on your own (by car) on a weekday when there are no other tour groups. Then there will be an opportunity to touch everything and try blowing glass and painting balloons yourself.
  2. To go on a weekend tour of “Interesting Kyiv”. Be sure to take the bus, not your own car. Then you will have the opportunity all the way (an hour and a half) to listen to a professional guide with a really interesting lecture about the factory, the New Year and life on Mars.

For some reason, we went on a weekend (a lot of people at the factory, crowding and constant haste) and not with “Interesting Kyiv”, but with “Znayka” (without a lecture and without a normal guide).

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