Musings of an Ukraine Traveler

Neighbors and Friends: An important part of my life in Ukraine


Natasha, my tutor; her daughter Masha; grandmother, Asha and me in the park. They live in apartment 12; I live in apartment 11. How lucky could I be? Asha is from Russia. Her husband died when Natasha was 3. Natasha's older brother is disabled. He was one of the firemen who worked on Chernobyl.


Yuri joins us to watch a celebration in the plaza. A good husband, father and so kind to me. He's Mr. Fix-it and supervisor of all my big purchases. Their balcony faces the back of the block of apartments


Nina and Nadia sit in the shade of the gazebo and dispense smiles and advice.  They are always on the lookout for my 5 liter water bottles which they use for getting water from the spring and for storage.


Roma closes her pretty eyes and Natasha looks amused. I bring scraps for Roma's dog and she chastises me often for not dressing warm enough. She even told me God was going to punish me. Lovely neighbors who watch after me and keep me smiling.


Like all little girls everywhere, these three girls play house, Barbies and create works of art for hours. When it's raining, they use the stairs between floors.


I missed getting the gang of boys playing football (soccer), but these two were still at it. The boys built two clubhouses this summer too.

                                                                       


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