My Ukrainian instructor gave a talk today and we both cried like belugas during the talk. I wasn’t planning to because I draw the line at crying once a day. Twice is an overkill. But she showed some footage from the area my mother is from, and it got to me.
On the positive side, N’s favorite Ukrainian journalist read my interview, and N is very happy. He doesn’t want to be famous but he really wants me to be.
I promise to calm down and come up with something smart to say for my birthday tomorrow.
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