Natalia Antonova

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I haven’t seen a Ukrainian autumn in twelve years. The babushkas are selling yellow flowers and my bedroom smells like woodsmoke at night. And I’ve got a cold. 20 degree-air after 40-degree air will probably do that.

Love letters, part one

“Que nos deseabamos desde antes de nacer.” -Shakira. I saw “Enduring Love” on some plane ride or other. In it, Daniel Craig’s character asked Samantha Morton’s character why she won’t sculpt him. She replies that she needs distance to sculpt someone, and she doesn’t want to gain distance, because he is her lover. That’s theContinue reading “Love letters, part one”

Natalia’s take on… whatever the hell just happened

I don’t need to fight, to prove I’m right; I don’t need to be forgiven. – The Who (it’s currently playing in my head after too much of “CSI: New York”). I don’t normally like writing about things that happen in the comments’ sections of other people’s blogs. It seems petty. But then again, whateverContinue reading “Natalia’s take on… whatever the hell just happened”

I’ve always wanted to go to Scotland

Especially now that I need some cheering up. Behold Robin Williams (the Glorious Version of Robin Williams, not the Version that makes soul-destroying schlock like “License to Wed”):

Oh! My! God!

This post comes with a major TRIGGER WARNING. Please don’t click on the link if you do not wish to be exposed to a seriously disturbing incident. This is old news for most Americans, I suppose. I’ve been out of the country since June, and this is the first time that I’ve read anything aboutContinue reading “Oh! My! God!”