… Seeing a chartered bus full of middle-aged British males pressing on toward Kyiv from the border. Especially when said middle-aged British males start leering at you at a gas station. Leering and muttering, none too quietly either, because anyone who has stepped out of a car with Kyiv plates will obviously not speak any English.Continue reading “There’s nothing like…”
Author Archives: Natalia Antonova
Internet cafes cost a fortune
So let me just relate this little anecdote: In rural Hungary, at 2 in the morning, we had to stop and ask a prostitute for directions. I kept waiting for her pimp to jump out from behind some shrub and kill us all. She was nice, and she didn’t have to be, and it madeContinue reading “Internet cafes cost a fortune”
I’m on an island in the Adriatic
… And am finding things to be stressed out about. Even here. Something is clearly wrong with me. That’s all for now.
In a bar the other night
Someone asked me about jet-lag, and I was stupid enough to say that I’m “totally fine.” Now I’m up at three a.m., listening to the sound of footsteps on the pavement outside my window. Say what you want about this neighbourhood (and I’ve said a lot, over the years), the footsteps here always sound exceptionallyContinue reading “In a bar the other night”
Tired and… tired
“Играй, Адель Не знай печали, Хариты, Лель Тебя венчали И колыбель Твою качали.” – A. Pushkin One of the problems with not living anywhere near one’s parents is the fact that when you do actually get home, parents have emotional leverage. And emotional leverage allows them to drag you off on long road-trips. Like theContinue reading “Tired and… tired”
Natalia A. 