How many people do you know who have been to Sochi (way before these Games), and have worked for previous Olympic Winter Games, and are still alive?! Oh, gee. That would be me.
These Sochi Olympics bring
up two memories--worlds apart.
I vacationed in Sochi a loooooong time ago. How I had the guts
to fly down there alone, I don’t know. But I did, with permission from the Soviet
Intourist Office and stern admonitions from my boss to behave myself. Actually,
two friends from the French Embassy and I first flew to Kiev, from where I
continued on to Sochi alone —then still a sleepy village on the Black Sea.
Two thing come to mind: A
young pop group from Italy called “Marino Marini” performed there (okay, we did
have a little dalliance), and secondly, a French-repatriated
Armenian beleaguered me to help him (and his 21 cousins) to get out of the
USSR.
Later (without having
fallen for the Armenian’s convoluted plans) I left my Moscow embassy job as another
challenge back in Austria had opened up: The Olympic Winter Games in
Innsbruck.
I arrived at the Olympic
Village on a bitter cold night without a plan or a place to stay, small
suite case in hand, freezing, hungry and tired, asking for a job. Surprisingly,
I got one: Assistant to the Secretary General of the Austrian Olympic
Committee. Were they kidding me? Nope. (I was born on a Sunday and my mother
always insisted that it was to bring me luck in life.)
Oh, and in case you were wondering about all the crazy fun we were supposed to have: We worked our little buns off (but we did have fun, too. And only because we were that young, we survived those insane hours).
After all these many years,
I sometimes question if it all really happened. If it didn’t, it sure was a
hell of a dream. (But then, where did all those photos come from?)
Actually, "in my time," center stage belonged to the athletes. The Opening Ceremony was one of the most moving events I ever witnessed (no circus, no theatrics--just young, smiling, happy young people marching around the stadium in peace and good fellowship--and, yes, fierce competition) .... Today's productions do beg the question: Have we lost the true spirit of The Games?
