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Cultural Differences: Electricity

I’m currently reading the book The Design of Everyday Things, where the author touches on the topic of cultural differences that influence our perception of objects and our experience interacting with them. In my work, I’ve had the opportunity to travel extensively in recent years, and I’ve personally experienced many of these differences. The subject is broad, so today I’ll focus on a few specific aspects.

To start, many of us know that different countries have right-hand and left-hand driving. I’ve already mentioned my experience driving in Cyprus, which was interesting for someone used to driving on the other side of the road. Even now, I still occasionally look in the wrong direction when crossing the street, and the bus doors being on the opposite side still catch me off guard.

But today, I want to talk about electricity and household switches. You’d think there wouldn’t be much variation here—after all, there’s “on” and there’s “off.” How much could this change? Well, it turns out that how “on” and “off” is done can differ quite a bit.

First, let’s take a step back and talk about electricity in general. Those of us born in the USSR are used to two-pin sockets with 220V (Yes, there were industrial sockets too, but here I’m talking about household use.) Even modern European plugs, with their thicker prongs, appeared later in common use and caused some difficulty at first, as they wouldn’t fit in the smaller holes of older sockets.

However, the diversity worldwide is much broader, and travelers who don’t think about it might find themselves surprised—ranging from “couldn’t charge my phone” to “completely fried it.” There are numerous types of electrical sockets used around the world, as highlighted in a post by Sergey Dolya:

The world doesn’t just have a variety of plugs and sockets, but also different voltages in outlets across countries. If you plug a European device that expects 220V into a 110V American socket, most of the time, the worst that happens is it won’t work. However, going the other way—connecting a 110V device to a 220V socket—can easily destroy the equipment if it’s not designed to handle multiple voltages. For instance, some of my American colleagues once burned out five (!) Xbox power adapters before realizing that the loud pop and smoke each time they plugged it in was not normal!

If you’re interested in the historical reasons behind this variety and how global standardization efforts have evolved, you can read more about it on Wikipedia.

That’s why it’s always a good idea to check if you’ll need a power adapter when traveling to a new country. In most large hotels, you can usually ask for one at the front desk.

Now, back to the topic of switches. I can immediately think of three types: European, British, and American. They all essentially do the same thing—they switch between two states: on and off. There are also more exotic dimmer switches, which allow you to control the light’s intensity, but let’s leave those out for now.

So, what are the differences?

British and American switches are fairly typical. Whether you’re in a hotel or an apartment, the switches tend to be consistent within the country. British switches tend to be small and angular, while American switches are often small levers. However, the functionality remains the same.

A typical American switch
A typical British switch, here it’s a double one

Alright, to be fair, there are other options out there, but the ones I’ve described are the most common, which is why I refer to them as traditional.

At the same time, within the European group, there’s a huge variety of switch designs. It’s still possible to find switches similar to British ones. In fact, many of them were quite common in the USSR, just a little bigger in size. However, in the last few decades, the standard switch in Europe is typically a large button set in a square frame. Often, you’ll see two rectangular buttons in the same form factor. Manufacturers frequently play around with the colors and framing of these switches. On the other hand, I’ve noticed far less variety in American and British designs. Personally, I prefer European switches: they look more aesthetically pleasing and are more practical in everyday use. If your hands are full and you need to hit the switch with your shoulder or hip, European switches are larger, easier to hit, and have a softer action, requiring less effort to press.

Here’s an example of European switches from Legrand

But beyond light switches, there’s also a significant difference when it comes to power outlets. In European and American outlets, they are always live—plug in your device, and it starts working immediately. In British outlets, however, there’s always a switch that allows you to turn the outlet on or off. You can tell if it’s on by the red stripe at the top of the switch: if you see it, the outlet is on; if not, it’s off.

This difference fundamentally changes user behavior: if you need to disconnect a device from power, you don’t need to pull the plug out of the socket; you just flick the switch. This is probably a better approach overall since it reduces wear and tear on the plug, the socket, and the cord, minimizing the chances of damage. However, this feature never really caught on in the U.S. or most of Europe.

Two British power sockets with switches, showing the red markers at the top to indicate that the sockets are live (receiving current)

As you can see, even in something as simple and familiar as turning on lights or powering devices, different countries have gone down entirely different paths. Some countries have inherited their standards from others (for example, Cyprus uses British-style outlets, likely a remnant of British rule over the island).

There are actually quite a few such differences if you start paying attention to them. Feel free to share if you know of any more!

Giving Birth in Cyprus (Through the Husband’s Eyes)

I haven’t written in a long time, and there were objective reasons for that. At the same time, my wife has been insisting for a while now that I simply must write about childbirth, as a male perspective on this topic is somehow more valuable than a female one. Well, the stars have aligned, and I’ve become a father once again, so all the impressions and experiences are very fresh.

As you may know, I’m practically a heroic father, as I now have five children. The first three were born in Minsk, Belarus, and the last two — in Lefkosia, Cyprus. Each time, I did my best to be as present at the births as possible (to the extent allowed by medical practices). So, I have plenty to compare. I’ll try to describe the whole nine-month process. I should clarify that our experience is based on private clinics. Some aspects will surely differ in public hospitals.

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We could use the money, no need for the work!

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And a bit more about Cypriot schools.

Right now, under my windows, public school teachers in Cyprus are protesting. The picture above isn’t from this protest; it’s from the website www.parikiaki.com, where they covered the teacher protests in 2013.

I haven’t conducted any journalistic investigations, just observing the situation through the news and what some local acquaintances have said. So, I’ll share how I see it, without claiming complete accuracy.

First, just a few facts about schools. Being a teacher in Cyprus is very prestigious and lucrative. Teachers in public schools earn MORE than teachers in private schools. To secure a position in a public school, you have to wait in line with other hopefuls. I don’t know the exact details, but one of my acquaintances has been waiting in such a queue for about 20 years. Yes, you read that right, about twenty years! And this person holds a fairly high-ranking position as a department head at a private British school.

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Cyprus: our people love to reward themselves

I’d like to talk about award ceremonies in Cyprus. Perhaps this isn’t exclusive to Cyprus, but in Belarus, for example, there was much less of it.

It seems that, in general, people in Cyprus really love different award ceremonies. It’s always a very important event, and everyone is invited well in advance. A whole occasion, so to speak.

But it all starts with the arrival time. If, for example, the ceremony is scheduled for 6 PM, that means that at 6, only a few idiots like yourself will be there. The majority (sometimes including the organizers) will start showing up over the next half hour.

Then come the obligatory opening speeches from 3 to 5 organizers. Roughly half an hour, just to keep it brief. In the best case, it’s in English or both languages. In the worst case for non-locals — only in Greek.

And only after that do the actual awards begin. There can be up to 300 awardees (as in the Kangourou competition). If the organizers are “weak,” they call up 4-5 people at a time. If they are strong in spirit, they call them one by one, along with speeches about why each person is being recognized.

So the whole procedure lasts several hours, during which you’ll see your child on stage for maybe a minute. The rest of the time, you’re just sitting and waiting.

Personally, after the second time, I swore off going to such ceremonies. My daughters also ask for permission to skip them. And I understand them.

But the locals really love it.

Cyprus: Driving

I thought for a while about what other topic regarding Cyprus might be interesting. Then I realized that for a Russian person, the answer is quite obvious: driving.

So, let’s talk about what makes the driving experience different. By the time I moved to the sunny island, I already had over ten years of driving experience with a Belarusian driver’s license.

Is it difficult to get used to driving with a right-hand drive?

As it turns out, it’s still a surprise to many that in Cyprus, the steering wheel is “on the wrong side,” meaning it’s not like the rest of Europe. But then you realize—it’s a former British colony, so what’s there to be surprised about?

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Healthcare in Cyprus

Let’s continue the topic of life in Cyprus by talking about healthcare, which, surprisingly, does exist here too.

My experience with doctors is probably not very comprehensive, mainly because I have family health insurance, so I don’t know much about how to get treatment in Cyprus if you don’t have insurance.

In my case, all doctors are paid (although there probably aren’t any “free” ones—sometimes someone else just covers the cost, like insurance or the government). My insurance works like this: you pay for the doctor yourself, then submit a claim to the insurance company, they review it, and reimburse you (or they don’t, but that’s rare). Our specific type of insurance has an annual deductible, which is roughly equal to one visit to the doctor. Dental treatment is minimally covered (although my insurance covered 95% of my root canal treatment for one tooth). Vaccines for children aren’t covered at all, and they’re not cheap. However, if you’re treated in a hospital, the doctor and the insurance agent agree on the treatment in advance, and you don’t pay anything. But still—insurance policies vary, so it depends.

In general, healthcare is expensive, even compared to private healthcare in Belarus. But let’s go step by step.

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Want to make money? Don’t work

I’ll start writing bit by bit about life in Cyprus. After all, we’ve already lived here for three and a half years.

Cyprus, like many warm countries, is quite laid-back. People start working pretty early, but after lunch, most establishments are closed, and at best, they might be working but not serving customers. This applies not only to government offices—banks follow the same pattern. I remember being really frustrated at first: how is it possible that after 1 p.m., I can’t go to the bank? Especially considering that back in Minsk, my bank branch not only worked late into the evening, but on Saturdays and Sundays, there was always at least one clerk available. On Sundays, Carl!

There are plenty of examples of this shortened workday. The café across from the office does great during lunch, with our staff and PwC employees from next door heading there. But by around 3:30 p.m., it’s already closed. Want a late snack? You’ll have to find somewhere else.

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Lawrence Durrell “Bitter Lemons of Cyprus”

You can’t always trust book blurbs. The book is essentially the author’s account of a couple of years spent in Cyprus in 1953-54. These were likely the last years when the island could still be called both unified and peaceful. At first, you can clearly sense the author’s condescending attitude toward the locals, even though he calls them his friends. Gradually, this tone fades, giving way to reflections on the difficult political situation on the island, which led to tragic and bloody consequences. Had the British made the right and, most importantly, timely decisions back then, we might not have had the bloody history and forty years of division and intercommunal hatred that still exist on the island today. Sadly, history doesn’t deal with hypotheticals.

As for the writing itself, the book is uneven, sometimes slipping into dull recollections of meetings with friends whose names mean nothing to most readers, then shifting to colorful descriptions of the local lifestyle or detailed analyses of the events of those years.