Talk:Ileana's Stuff/@comment-4423292-20141006043530

"We could buy train tickets, and get on the Транссиби́рская магистра́ль and just ride for a while. We could just get on, and it'd take us away, and we could decide what to do next while we were on it."

Suddenly, she sat up straight and her eyes opened wide. "Pridnestrovie!"

She sighed in exasperation. "You know! Pridnestrovie! Transnistria! In Moldova, there's this long skinny strip of land along the border of Ukraine, by the Nistru. It claims to be an independent nation. And the U.N. and everyone says no, it's part of Moldova. But they've got checkpoints and stuff and won't let Moldova in, and they have their own money and passports and president and prime minister and everything, and they function like they're their own nation. It's the perfect place to go and hide and get lost and not follow rules. And it's kind of Romanian slash Russian, and I think it'd be a really good place for us in that regard too."

After a moment's search, she found a map. She looked at it, and the list of cities below it for a moment, then said, "The capital, Tiraspol, would be a good place to start. Rîbnița might be cool too, but ultimately I bet the capital is the place to be."

"I just want a little flat. Something solid and clean, with a good lock on the door. We'd get a bunch of futons, and put them all over the floor. And we can live there, and we can fit as many people in as we need, and no one can take anyone away from us."