Monatsarchive: Juli 2018

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 … Weiterlesen →

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 … Weiterlesen →

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 … Weiterlesen →

„[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 … Weiterlesen →

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