Monthly Archives: July 2018

The eyes of each of these figures were haunting.

Memorial to the men who died defending the base when the Luftwaffe attacked the American bombers here Rotary launcher for nuclear missiles

Suspended in the museum’s stairwell are munitions. A glance shows that these are quite modern, not from either of the world wars. Looking down you can see where the bombs and missiles are falling: on eastern Ukraine. Ukraine is a … Continue reading →

Last night I spent about two hours having dinner in the Hotel Ukraine restaurant, enjoying the Lvivske beer and the view of the Maidan. During that time it seemed that nearly the only artist diners heard was Sade. Now, I … Continue reading →

I have just seen my first Porsche since Odessa. Trust me, I notice these things. Lousy roads from Odessa to Uman’ to Lviv. Many Ladas of various years and models belching various quantities of black smoke. No Porsches. Kyiv: no … Continue reading →

“[unintelligible], start recording!” catches my ear. I notice a young American couple. She’s in short shorts, he’s got cargo shorts. With the portable tripod collapsed to a wand perhaps eight inches in length, the blob atop it appears like a … Continue reading →

These people died during the 2014 Revolution. There are 11 panels like this of Ukrainians who died in eastern Ukraine 2014-2016.