I went through Transdneistria, and all I got were these Transdneistrian rubles.
This might be disappointing if I wasn't the girl who jumped out of the bus when stopped for a bathroom break to exchange her last Moldovan lei just so she could know what they looked like or if I wasn't the girl who got overly excited because she filled out a migration card for a country that does not officially exist. This might be disappointing if I wasn't the girl who has a maybe-not-so-secret ambition to visit all the post-Soviet frozen conflict areas because she just can't help herself or if I wasn't the girl who relishes in the fact that she now has no exit stamp from Moldova in her passport giving the illusion that she is still there.
But I am THAT girl, therefore nothing about a detour through Transdneistria could ever be disappointing.
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