Summer 2002 (10.2)
of Thor Heyerdahl
First Encounters in the Soviet Union
by Thor Heyerdahl
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by Betty Blair (AI 3:1, Spring 1995)
(2) The Azerbaijan Connection: Challenging
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Primal Music Norwegians Find 'The Land We Come From' by Steinar Opheim (AI
5.4, Winter 1997)
Heyerdahl in Baku
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(10) Thor Heyerdahl's
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This article below has been translated into Romanian by Alexander Ovsov. http://webhostinggeeks.com/science/heyerdahl-azer-ro
Thor Heyerdahl was dearly loved
and respected in Azerbaijan as well as the rest of the former
Soviet Union, perhaps because he dared to question some of the
basic Euro-centric theories about history. These ideas, which
were labeled as radical, brought Heyerdahl to Azerbaijan on several
occasions (1982, 1994, 1999 and 2000) in his pursuit to
better understand how migration by early man might have taken
place via ancient waterways.
At the beginning of the Cold War, however, Heyerdahl was still
relatively unknown in the Soviet Union. Once his book about the
Kon Tiki expedition was published in Russian and allowed to circulate,
it inspired a great deal of controversy. This excerpt from Heyerdahl's
memoir "In the Footsteps of Adam" describes the strong
political opposition that he faced on his first visit to Moscow
The Kon-Tiki book was forbidden
in the Soviet Union, and I was an unknown figure during Stalin's
lifetime [1879-1953]. But when Nikita Khrushchev came to power
 and allowed the book to be translated, it went to the
top of the bestseller lists in all of the Eastern European languages.
"Kon Tiki" was the first book to ever sell more than
a million copies there. With this, my peaceful days ended and
controversy started among the literati of the Soviet Academy
The basic controversy was launched by the literati - specialists
in letters - who themselves were not even able to decipher the
texts of which they claimed to be experts. Throughout the entire
Pacific region, which happens to fill exactly half of the world's
surface, any form of writing was totally unknown until the Europeans
arrived. The only exception was Easter Island, where approximately
20 wooden boards with hieroglyphics have been found. But even
the inhabitants of Easter Island have not been able to decipher
A team of language researchers and cryptologists in Moscow had
attempted to understand this "rongo-rongo" writing,
but no one had paid any attention to them until their criticism
of my book, which had managed to pass from the West through the
Iron Curtain, hit the newspapers. My brave translator Lev Zjdanov
sent copies of the attacks translated into Norwegian, via censored
mail from Moscow, and the controversy started over again.
At that time, no Russian researcher had ever been free to travel
outside the Soviet Union, least of all to Easter Island. Mail
service was slow and as I started answering, the attacks from
Soviet researchers increased and became ever more aggressive.
There were always a few weeks of delay, since the censors suspected
that everything I wrote was in special code.
Then something totally unexpected took place. The Director of
the Soviet Academy of Science, Mstislav Vsevolodovich Keldysh,
the man who had launched the first Sputnik into space, entered
the arena. He invited me to Moscow to meet Soviet academics face
I accepted. The year was 1962 - the middle of the Cold War. I
had not met any Russians or communists since battles in Finnmark,
so it was a new experience to arrive alone with my Russian translator
as interpreter in a hall filled with Soviet scientists and which
Keldysh himself presided over.
Keldysh opened the meeting by giving the floor to a comrade who
headed the Anthropological Section. He rose to his feet - a powerful
hulk of a man with a muscular physique and an impressive Stalin
- like moustache. He was the exact stereotype of what Westerners
imagined communists to be. With a voice as deep as a sailor's
in a storm and a raised, clenched fist, I knew that his introductory
remarks to his comrades were less than flattering. A deathly
silence filled the room when he finished and returned to his
As my interpreter quietly translated into Norwegian, I heard
a totally new argument against the possibility of early migration
from America: my theories of migration routes in the Pacific
Ocean did not comply with the teachings of Lenin. According to
Lenin, all emigration had occurred because of overpopulation
or enemy invasion.
An expectant silence filled the room. What could I answer? The
interpreter looked unhappy. Any discussion was dead before it
had even had a chance to begin.
Then I surprised myself and everyone else by commenting aloud:
"I had no idea that Lenin was an anthropologist."
Still total silence. Then the interpreter, in a calm voice, repeated
my words in Russian. It was then that I noticed that some of
the members of the audience had covered their mouths to hide
their smiles. A feeling of unease began to grow, and Keldysh
immediately invited me to take the stand.
I understood the situation perfectly. Academics were present.
The Stalin look-alike who had opened the debate was not even
a scientist but rather a faithful communist who had been rewarded
by the Party and made manager for this division of the Academy.
Each and every professional field within the arts, culture and
science had a leader who resembled Stalin, if not physically,
then mentally. The man with the giant moustache had done his
duty - he had referenced the teachings of Lenin - and then he
had sat down with nothing more to say.
Nor did anyone else object when, without wavering from Lenin's
line, I used Peru as an example of how since time immemorial,
overpopulation and pressures from the country's interior had
been a typical problem for the fishing population in the narrow
river valleys along the desert-like coast of the Andes. Cultures
replaced one another in succession until the Spaniards came to
power with the Inca Empire in the 1530s. The Spaniards learned
that the Incas' history was preserved in the Sun Temple in Cuzco,
on wooden boards that the Spanish subsequently burned.
But the "amauta", the Inca Empire's scholars, referred
to frequent migrations from the country. The last migration had
taken place only three generations prior to the arrival of the
Spaniards. Inca Tupac Yupanqi, the grandfather of the two Inca
brothers who welcomed the Spanish, had left his own empire in
the mountains and found his way through the narrow valleys along
the desert coast. He went on to conquer the Chimu Empire and
all the settlements along the coast from the equator and southwards
for 4,000 miles. When the coastal population told him there were
populated islands far out in the Pacific Ocean, he forced them
to build hundreds of balsa rafts and then sailed across the ocean
for nine months with a flotilla that included half of his army.
He returned with dark-skinned prisoners.
I had no idea whether my Russian listeners knew any of this.
It was a seemingly passive assembly that sat there in silence
and let me continue. I added that every so often Peru still suffered
dreadful natural catastrophes along its coastline when floods
from the mountains and the El Niño currents from the ocean
flooded the valleys and drove the whole population away from
their home and onto their rafts. In the so-called El Niño
years, the mighty ocean current ran directly from Peru to Easter
Then I added that we must not think that people in the olden
days and in foreign countries had less courage, curiosity, greed
and need for adventure than we have today. And back then, there
was nothing to stop them if they had wanderlust.
No one protested. Keldysh demanded to hear the arguments from
those who had been the keenest opponents of my theory of the
origin of the Polynesians. Several rose to their feet, but there
were no new attacks; those who had something to add were satisfied
with their answers.
Soberly and calmly, the man who had sent the first manned capsule
into space directed the debate about who had sent the first vessels
out into the Pacific Ocean in the Stone Age. He refrained from
making any personal comments during the discussion, and waited
until everyone had spoken before giving his. At that point there
were no doubts about his personal opinion. He reprimanded the
anthropologists in his own Academy unconditionally, pointing
out that they were poorly prepared for the debate and lacked
any basis for their earlier criticism. Speaking directly to me,
he said smilingly that the next time I set off on an expedition,
he hoped I would take a Russian along.
That ended my private little Cold War with opponents in the Soviet
Union. It was definitely over, and the proof of the fortunate
outcome was that they bestowed upon me the Lomonosov Medal from
the State University in Moscow. Since I had already been named
a Fellow of the New York Academy of Sciences, it must have been
President Keldysh who saw to it that I also received an Honorary
Doctorate from the Soviet Academy of Science while the Iron Curtain
was still in place.
A few years later when I was making plans to sail with a multinational
crew over the Atlantic Ocean on the papyrus reed ship, the Ra,
I recalled President Keldysh's words. I wrote and reminded him
of his suggestion to bring along a Russian and asked him to choose
a medical doctor who spoke English and who had a keen sense of
humor. And thus Dr. Yuri Aleksandrovich Senkevich, smelling faintly
of vodka and slightly intoxicated, descended the airplane's staircase
in Cairo to meet me for the fist time. Keldysh had won his political
tug-of-war with the highest political leadership, and Yuri became
the first Russian to be let out of the Soviet Union on his own
to participate in a private capitalist raft journey. I had asked
for a Russian with a sense of humor to avoid getting a fanatical
party politician. Besides, a good laugh doesn't require any additional
weight but counts for so much on any expedition.
Heyerdahl's book, "In the
Footsteps of Adam," was originally published in Norwegian
in 1998 under the title "I Adams Fotspor: En Erindringsrise"
(copyright by Thor Heyerdahl / J.M. Stenersens Forlag) and translated
from Norwegian into English by Ann Zwick, published by Little,
Brown and Company.
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