The spring thaw comes later to Astana (now Nur-Sultan) than Almaty but it finally came just in time for Nauryz.
For my part, I wanted to celebrate the rise of the mercury (above freezing!) by getting out of town over the long weekend. I chose an overnight to Karaganda, a town built by coal and forced labor.
The two go hand in hand. When you’ve got coal deposits on the mostly deserted Kazakh steppe, and you need cheap labor to mine that coal, and you’re a paranoid dictator looking to imprison large chunks of your population,the plan writes itself, no?
Karaganda was once the second largest town in Kazakhstan and in the 1940s its population was as much as 70% ethnic German. This was a combination of German POWs and also the Volga Germans who were deported to Karaganda for the crime of [checks notes] being ethnically German. Many stayed in Kazakhstan until the end of the cold war, when a reunified Germany allowed them to “return” to Germany. People did just that and Karaganda saw a significant population drain.
Reason #1 for going to Karaganda was to visit the nearby village of Dolinka, where the administrative headquarters for the KarLag gulag were housed. The building is actually quite attractive, belying its dark history.
KarLag was one of the largest and most important of the gulag systems, reporting directly to Moscow and not subject to any local oversight.
From this building they managed an entire chain of labor camps, expanding from coal mining into agriculture, railroad engineering, and scientific research. Our tour guide said that several of the old rail lines in Kazakhstan are still laid with track made by the KarLag prisoners. Airplane designer Andrei Tupolev was one of the more famous prisoners here.
This museum and ALZhIR are Kazakhstan’s primary sites honoring victims of the gulag. Part of the inhumanity of the system was that prisoners were nearly always sent into far off lands, separating them completely from their families and their communities. Consequently, few Kazakhs were imprisoned in this particular gulag. Germans, Chechens and ethnic Poles from Ukraine were some of the larger groups imprisoned here.
Most of the records of the camp were deliberately destroyed after the gulags were closed. Fortunately, a local university has a program that works on piecing together history from remaining documents and interviews with survivors. They even have a big registry book at the museum where you can jot down something like, “I think my great uncle Ivan Denisovich was sent here in 1942. If you find out any information about him, contact me at…” It’s full of entries.
Reason #2 for going was more pleasant: I heard Karaganda was a fantastic place to view soviet art in situ. To be clear, I am not a fan of all soviet art. For instance, I don’t understand why people who would never put up a poster of Hitler feel comfortable sticking up a poster of Stalin for “kitsch” value. But soviet art celebrating the worker or the space program or victory in The Great Patriotic War (WWII to the rest of us), is something I do enjoy.
I walked myself around Karaganda to seek it out. In the process, I discovered that this is also a lovely town. Late winter isn’t maybe the best time to appreciate it but as a born and bred Minneapolitan I have the uncanny ability to stand looking at long boulevards covered in snow and lined by skeletal trees and easily envision how, come May, they turn into long leafy promenades lined with sidewalk cafes. Karaganda had many of those spaces and is already known by locals for its quality restaurants and good shopping. (A colleague said his wife bought a wolf-fur coat here. I did not, but I did buy a cool handmade traditional necklace)*
While I would love to go back in the summer to enjoy the atmosphere, you can get a museum-full of art and interesting architecture by walking around in any season.
If I get the chance to visit again I will definitely take it. But I’ll spend less time at the gulag and more time enjoying the pleasanter side of Karaganda.
If you want to go…
Astana to Karaganda by train is only a a few hours but I had a colleague with a car who wanted to do this trip so my inaugural Kazakh train ride will have to wait. Once in Karaganda you should hire a local taxi to take you out to Dolinka, wait, and return you to town. You might want to do this even if you have your own car as the road can be pretty rough, partially muddied and flooded. Although the museum signs are in English, a guide really helps you appreciate the history.