“Red Director” Memories.

By Alexandr Chanturiya

Idea to ask my father to write memories first come to me when he visited us in the USA in 1998. It was time of the total collapse of the economy in the stillborn Union of Independent States, formed in place of the USSR. Western media were publishing expert opinions that dire state of post Soviet economy is a result of mismanagement by either stupid or corrupted, or both “red directors” who are unable to mange effectively in free market environment. My father was one of those but perhaps not quite typical.
Unfortunately, it took several years to persuade him to begin writing. By this time he was diagnosed with Parkinson disease and writing, like other activities, become more and more difficult. Manuscript that he wrote was quite short and different from what I expected. He was reluctant to add chapters that I asked for, never refusing directly but preferring to do home chores instead of writing. Two years after he started, I visited him in Ukraine and attempted to push this project a bit close to the completion. However, in the middle of my visit, I learned something that forced me to think differently about his writings. Some guy, affiliated with KGB in Soviet times, approached me with an offer to publish, with his help, a book about “all these bandits in high places that your dad knows”. I realized that rumors about my father’s writings reach somebody who becomes worried about the content. (Now I think that I may be wrong about it and this guy was not a provocateur but a sincere corruption fighter. He was found hanged on shipyard fence few years later.) It was year 2003, time of criminal redistribution of billions worth property and almost every week newspapers publish stories about killings of inconvenient banker or stubborn enterprise director. Getting rid of retired director with no bodyguards was a child play. I stopped asking father about new stories and begin telling everybody that he is not doing it anymore. Quite likely he also understand dangers of his knowledge and for this reason he did not mention any names in his memoirs. After he passed away, I read his writings and realized that he skipped a lot of interesting stories; ones I remember well are included in this book others are gone with him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alexandr Chanturiya
• Release date: Dec 22, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370326242

Alexandr Chanturiya

Александр Нодариевич Чантурия родился в 1955 г., в СССР в городе Марганец, что на Украине. Вырос в Николаеве, учился в университетах Днепропетровска и Киева. По специальности биофизик. В 1991-м поехал на четыре месяца в научную командировку в США. Задержался. Работал в NIH, Genetic Therapy, Futron, снова в NIH. Отредактировал и опубликовал воспоминания своего отца. Понравилось. Решил переквалифицироваться в писатели. Alexandr Nodarievich Chanturiya was born in Marganetz, USSR, Ukraine, in 1955. Grow up in Nikolaev. In 1972 entered Dnepropetrovsk State University and after two years left it for Kiev State University that finished in 1977 with diploma in biophysics. Few years later become PhD in biochemistry and worked happily in A.V. Palladin Institute of Biochemistry, Neurochemistry department. After a year in University College of London in 1990-1991 went to USA for four month but somehow managed to stay longer. Worked in NIH, Genetic Therapy, Futron, again in NIH. At some point got feeling that jobs with good ratio of $ to fun would not last forever and started his own company Eastern Scientific. Later decided to have even more fun and published several online worstsellers. Plan to become rich and famous soon.

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Preface

Idea to ask my father to write memories first come to me when he visited us in the USA in 1998. It was time of the total collapse of the economy in the stillborn Union of Independent States, formed in place of the USSR. Western media were publishing expert opinions that dire state of post Soviet economy is a result of mismanagement by either stupid or corrupted, or both red directors who are unable to mange effectively in free market environment. My father was one of those but perhaps not quite typical. He had already retired but his soul was still with the shipyard were he worked for 38 years (1958-1996) advancing from a shop supervisor to the director general. He was good storyteller, loved this and has a lot of interesting stories related to his work, travels and peoples he knew. Unfortunately, it took several years to persuade him to begin writing. By this time he was diagnosed with Parkinson disease and writing, like other activities, become more and more difficult. Manuscript that he wrote was quite short and different from what I expected. He was reluctant to add chapters that I asked for, never refusing directly but preferring to do home chores instead of writing. Two years after he started, I visited him in Ukraine and attempted to push this project a bit close to the completion. However, in the middle of my visit, I learned something that forced me to think differently about his writings. Some guy, affiliated with KGB in Soviet times, approached me with an offer to publish, with his help, a book about all these bandits in high places that your dad knows. I realized that rumors about my father’s writings reach somebody who becomes worried about the content. It was year 2003, time of criminal redistribution of billions worth property and almost every week newspapers publish stories about killings of inconvenient banker or stubborn enterprise director. Getting rid of retired director with no bodyguards was a child play. I stopped asking father about new stories and begin telling everybody that he is not doing it anymore. Quite likely he also understand dangers of his knowledge and for this reason he did not mention any names in his memoirs. After he passed away, I read his writings and realized that he skipped a lot of interesting stories; ones I remember well are included in this book others are gone with him.

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Autobiography

I, Chanturia Nodari Viktorovich, born in the city of Poti, Georgian SSR (Soviet Socialist Republic) July 1, 1929, in the family of seaport officer.

In 1936 - was enrolled in the first grade of Russian school in the city of Poti.

1944, was accepted into the ranks of the VLKSM (Vsesojuznij Leninskij Sojuz Molodezhi = All Union Lenin’s Communist Youth League).

In 1942 - graduated from high school with a silver medal and entered Leningrad shipbuilding Institute to continue education.

In 1953 - graduated from the Institute and got the diploma of the engineer-shipbilder.

From August 1953 to December 1957 - worked in Batumi dockyard holding positions of: the engineer-technologist, foreman, chief of construction department and head of technical department.

In November 1955 - was accepted into the ranks of the members of the CPSU (Communist Party of the Soviet Union).

In January 1958 - transferred to work in Oktyabrsky shipyard Okean, where I worked as Deputy Chief of Department, Deputy Head of the PPO (Production Planning Department), PPO Chief, Deputy Director of the plant and at present Chief Engineer of the plant.

Wife, Chanturia (Popova) Irina Aleksandrovna, works at the same plant as Design Engineer.

Father, Chanturia Viktor Konstantinovich, lived and worked in the city of Poti until 1937. In 1937 he was arrested. In 1943, died. Rehabilitated by the Decision of the Supreme Court of the Georgian SSR from August 31, 1957, #798.

Mother, Chanturia Babilina Burdguevna, lives and works in the city of Poti, Georgian SSR.

Son, Chanturia, Alexander – grade 8 student.

____________________ N.V. Chanturia

4/VI–1968.

POTI

I was born on the 1st of July 1929 in a small town of Poti, Georgian Soviet Socialist Republic, which is located on Black Sea shore.

My father and mother were born and raised in a village Abasha in the western Georgia in 40 kilometers from the town of Poti and they moved to Poti after the marriage. At that time Poti was a seaport with population of about ten thousand and did not have any industry, except ship-repairing yard and a seaport, which mainly exported manganese concentrate from Chiatura, coal from Kvarchely, and citrus