In Transnistria I went for a walk from the capital city Tiraspol to Kitskany to visit the monastery there. Along the river Dnestr, which is pretty much the border between Transnistria and Moldova, I walked on paths between the fields, most of the time fully exposed to the relentless sun. Particularly now in summer, one can easily see why the Soviet Union swallowed up the territory of Moldova in the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact: good soil, enough water, no steep slopes, perfect for agriculture and to feed a country which is frozen over for half the year in other parts.
Until then, I had never seen such large sunflower fields. A few days later, I did however spot even larger ones in Moldova.
Even the wheat fields have been overrun by the yellow peril.
Some of the sunflowers were taller than me, although I measure 6 feet.