white sheets, white cotton blanket, white walls, white carpet, white linen covered chairs, yellow window curtains...the air is so clear and clean to breathe
sitting on my warm comfy bed, not worrying about cockroaches climbing up the wall to get me....thinking back on my month in ukraine...emotional heart confusion why did I leave turkey?....but I know its right....knowing that the company is going nowhere fast, but loving the people I am with. The countryside walks, the millions of stars, the awkward walking paths to the office past goats and cows chained to the ground....dodging sharp thistles or dried grass poking my feet...not to mention the poop here and there on the street. Having a great view of Lenin tower as the village center with over growing grass through the cement cracks. All the cement buildings, I would have never gone in if not for Alwin's first day tour of the village...these are the shops- pointing to random doors along the street...this is the park...as we walk thru man planted trees strewn with trash.... :)
driving out of the village Novokievka, Manyu asked from the front seat...so what will we miss?....2 seconds later...done! Not much. Maybe going to get chemical ice cream after lunch.... night time walks watching the heat lightening in the distance....the babushkas on bikes, the goose herders...but not much missed there....
I went to the beach a couple times, the first time made me miss turkey too much so i was sad....but it was enjoyable. The jellyfish freaked me out so I was not in for too long, the other times in Skadovsk was a time from another dimension....the sea weed piled high smelled disguusting, and the families were nestled inbetween the piles picnicing....fat people burnt everywhere, stagnant water where people were swimming in the 'ocean'.....tacky, gaudy styles...like bright silver butterflies on sandals with too big fake diamonds
I enjoyed driving out of the village to the airport, past the ditches filled with marajuana spreading for miles, all the street produce venders, the Lada (russian cars) filled with water melons. You learn to not be too attached to anything in Ukraine, so until I was on the plane in the air, I wasn't expecting to actually leave yet. Ill miss the small things....the cleaning lady who spoke turkish to me, the pipe hanging out of the wall that came cold from the well, the drivers trickily not wearing seatbelts, but instead draping it over their shoulder, all the short cuts taken off roading at what seemed like random intervals, the internal freedom of wearing the comfy pants with the hole in the leg just incase I feel like fitting in....so yes, there were enjoyable things to remember about Ukraine...but more to just remind me that it will get better from here on out.
I am now in Vlodrop, after some convincing....dreamily in my white spacebox with Tegan. It is like a luxury palace, mirror, a tub, comfy bed. :) The atmosphere here is relaxing. I dont think it is possible to get enough walks through the woods, or past Maharishi's house. Tegan and I take any excuse we can to check and see if there is Chai or deserts in the dining hall. We arrived and worked long hours all week, so this weekend we are enjoying napping....eating....laughing....napping....agreeing we should do something....but just napping...
we are waiting out some decisions to be made about our bioteams future...where to go.....
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