Ukraine – Page 48 – Natalia A.

My mother

Was walking home one evening, when she saw a girl and a boy standing outside a dorm (we live next to a small college). The boy was yelling and swearing and pushing at the girl, and she was standing there shaking, and my mother, seeing and hearing all this, couldn’t help herself. So as sheContinue reading “My mother”

I fucking hate dial-up

Kiev is grey, but great.

Sweet

Ukrainian baker makes delicious wedding dress for his bride. I also love the following comments he made, in relation to the job-market in Ukraine and his own career potential: “Here you can buy jobs,” he said. “You want to be president, governor, (parliament) deputy, OK. But my job you can’t buy — you have toContinue reading “Sweet”

I Want to Go Home

When I was leaving Kiev in August of 2005, I told my family and my friends that I had no idea when I was coming back. I said it flippantly, because I was tired of my parents’ bickering. A month after I left, my cousin, Yaroslava, died in a terrible car accident. I’ve wanted toContinue reading “I Want to Go Home”

Welcome to My Golden City

I’ve begun to write about Kiev. It’s not a particularly rewarding process at this point, because my purpose is as of yet extremely fuzzy and unformed. Kiev looms large in my mind, always has, always will, but what I am actually trying to articulate about it and its denizens (ones I know, ones I haveContinue reading “Welcome to My Golden City”