I have to go meet Yuliya soon at the Lenin statue.
I'm having a grand time. Thankfully it's not as absurdly perfect as last time. It's still more than I could ever have hoped but the ol eternal sunshine has been getting sprinkles of realism.
Still, there are those persistent strange/transcendent/romantic moments popping up everywhere--little things, like the gypsy stranger that addressed Yuliya in the bathroom to say, "a lot of men like you because you're pretty, but there's only one man that really loves you," or seeing the same pair of stray dogs on the beach that we saw 3 months ago, a little more mature now, or how the "happiness spots" on her palm and my palm perfectly align...
We met some Jordanians on the train. There were two guys--great guys--both med student in Daneyansk. The rumors I'd heard about security guards on trains being extortionists were proven true when the guard took one of our Arab friends for $5 during a passport check.
There were swaths of military men marching down the main street in Kiev. I guess they're readying themselves for NATO involvement.
I brought my suit to look dashing for dinner tonight.
I'm hoping to crush a quarter and Ukranian 5 cent piece together under the train that runs right along the water front. In a space on minutes there will be couples walking hand-in-hand and babies crawling on the tracks and then the train come, everyone stepping aside as if it were another passing stray dog.
Another moment: sitting in the bus, spelling out eachother's names with alphabet crackers and then eating one another.
Sczelik and honey vodka, cabbage and cathedrals.
Good times.
What a great country.
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