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137. Hiding In A Nuclear Bunker

Day 137
Location 26: Tirana, Albania
Mar. 17, 2023

At the peak of Albania’s era of totalitarianism, the government built an underground bunker to protect the leaders of its secret policing state in case of a nuclear attack that ultimately never came. Although calling this place a bunker is like saying My Cousin Vinny is a good movie—it’s an understatement.

The network of tunnels stretch out impossibly far, like the limbs of Victor Wembanyama, with secret rooms, emergency exits, and even a full-blown theater where government employees could gather to watch Joe Pesci magically turn a dirtbag buffoon of a lawyer into an undeniably lovable and believably competent hero. What a performance.


Despite the awe it inspires, this human subway system has a grim history. For years, the bunker existed as a symbol of the propaganda that strategically misled Albanian citizens in an effort to strengthen loyalty to the state. Because the roots of this deception extended so deep and strong, its impact can still be felt today. Take, for example, the exhibit trying to convince me the photo below is of Ramadan Citaku, and not Pedro Pascal with a sepia filter. But they can’t fool me.

Even the walk up to the bunker is unsettling: a long, grey concrete tunnel that is just wide enough to fit a car and a person in the same way a your suit from senior prom is just big enough to fit your 27 year old body. And at night, as you walk away from Tirana’s largest symbol of the dark age of communist paranoia, the path also turns dark leaving you blind save for the almost-too-metaphorically-perfect light at the end of the tunnel.


Later in the day, my hostel roommates helped lighten the mood (and the inside of a microwave) by infighting an explosion with some tin foil. Then, we went to a typical Albanian club where so many people were smoking indoors that my eyes literally burned as if a chef was chopping onions inches away from my eyes. At one point it got so bad that it felt like the chef had ditched the onions and was instead just stabbing the knife directly into my retinas. I quickly left and headed home to my hostel.


 



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