Comments on: Dew-covered chocolate on Trukhanov Island

By: James

James — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 05:48:40 +0000

Beautifully written . . . brought back memories of some days and nights I spent on Trukhanov Island. Hopefully, I will get back there soon.

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By: Maureen

Maureen — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 00:24:25 +0000

Sweet report, Nat. There’s something liberating about liminal places and experiences–and knowing how to make the right choices to find them.

By: Dana

Dana — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 00:19:32 +0000

Ditto to Kevin, glasses not withstanding you both look ridiculously good, it’s crazy!

Sounds awesome, though I feel a bit cold thinking about it.

By: Kevin

Kevin — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 21:16:36 +0000

This is an arguement I have with my mother-in-law all the time. She like to think that these days there are perverts around every corner waiting to do horrible things. No matter how many times I tell her there were just as many (or as few really) crazies in her day, it makes no difference.

On a completely unrelated note, I want to know what your secret is. My wife and I also spent part of this weekend passed out by the water and we had the good sense to bring a tent. Yet we looked so rough the next morning, I think my cell phone camera destroyed itself rather than immortalize our hangovers.

By: scary azeri

scary azeri — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 14:57:27 +0000

That is the precise argument me and my husband have all the time. He says you stand a better chance of being assaulted in the middle of London than on an empty beach at night. I agree. Statistically, probably. But i guess a lot of it is a psychological sense of security. We also talked about it when we considered moving…Husband, a typical Englishman, would love to live in the middle of nowhere. whereas I must have neighbours. I would be terrified at night with only cows to protect me. And yes, statistically blah-blah…still. no way I am living on my own. ))

By: Natalia Antonova

Natalia Antonova — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 10:01:19 +0000

I think that when it comes down to it, I don’t believe in the illusion of safety in general. People get raped and killed in their homes all the time. I was attacked in the privacy of my own home as well. The idea that we are safer when we are surrounded by people we know or think we know is, sadly, a fiction. We take chances on people – sometimes it works out well, other times it doesn’t.

By: scary azeri

scary azeri — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 09:28:01 +0000

I was thinking that actually, as I read your posting, that a lot depends on where you are, and culturally, I guess more people spend nights on beaches in Ukraine than back home, or here in the UK. I always rely on my instinct, but then again…
However, I was thinking about pedophilia and how that poor British Mccan couple left their small children sleeping alone in the Portuguese resort. It was a safe place, not a pedophile central either. And it was a nice safe environment. They sat only a few meters away having dinner. And then their little child was gone. And it has been over a year and I guess, nobody will ever know what happened. Am I paranoid? Totally. I am a woman and I am a mother. There is just too much evil in this world. sadly.

By: Natalia Antonova

Natalia Antonova — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 09:00:28 +0000

Trukhanov isn’t fancy, but it’s not serial killer central either. It’s just a normal city beach. Having your wallet swiped is much more likely than being cut up into little pieces.

By: scary azeri

scary azeri — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 08:52:12 +0000

Wow,
This is brave!!

I have to say I would be absolutely and utterly petrified. I would be worried about being raped then probably killed, then raped again and then cut into little azeri chunks and thrown into Dnipro. I am sure champagne helps, but still…. wow.

So I guess, that makes me the type who lets possibility of pervs rule my actions, to be honest.

If I were dead cut into chunks at the bottom of Dnipro I doubt I would think to myself: Cool, I was free to do whatever I wanted. A bit too late for that, I guess when you are in pieces.