I don’t know how or why exactly. Maybe it has something to do with working up a healthy glow after arguing politics for four hours straight in one sitting. Or maybe it’s because the country is poorer, and people’s perception of beauty is a tad more diversified and realistic.
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”
Kiev is grey, but great.
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”
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”