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• Par : vincseize

  Publié : 28 août 2010

  Modifié : 28 août 2010

  A Dream within a dream

  Les rêves ne sont ils que les corbeilles de fruits de nos souvenirs ... en pagaille ?
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• Par : vincseize

  Publié : 15 août 2010

  Modifié : 15 août 2010

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• Par : vincseize

  Publié : 8 août 2010

  Modifié : 28 août 2010

  Ukpaina RoadTrip 2008 translated

  RADECHIV (Радехів), i missed you so much !

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  After watching all the previous week, doubtfully, the last surgery (to Polaroil Garage touch),

  

  

  ie, return to the last time a new engine in the Volvo-break

  

  hear the team mechanic (well ... two people, Alex and Gino)

  

  chuckle at every strange noise, lost tools, or other and throwing :

   ’Whore, not your greasy fingers on the keyboard, the data sheet of the Volvo 77, I know it by heart’

   ’In anyway it’s your WLAN daub, like Karlova, we find you not binouze rather’

  I have always been zero mechanical, but to the service I have never disliked !

  

  Well at least that night, I do saispa Strop how they did, but Volvo77 first trip in a Volvo station wagon had transfomée flaming almost new !

  

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  DAY 0

  You end up leaving with Arachis one morning, but for political reasons, to only 2, Alexis is the only driver ! (But the record time Le Mans-RADECHIV (Радехів) will still beat !)

  As usual AMI, RAMMSTEIN, BERU and other MUSICAL MEMORIES accompanied us on the highways to the east ! First stop in a charming small village of Poland :

  

  then look for a possible bakery

  DAY I

  Second day’s drive, we pass through customs with the usual worries, wholesale contacts Alex and Paper Magic did not work : the head was changed and the new was more greedy. For the short explanation, a magic-paper can pass through customs between 1 and 4 in the condition that there have not queue ... We therefore expect the worst, Alex played at ’Mye Rezumy’ (= I do not understand), and after three hours of waiting, the customs officials were tired, and we let slip, but shot mini drama, that Volvo ’were the tsunami-bowl also tripped at the last control stack (over lighthouse, lights positions, nothing more, at night). A few seconds later two soldiers were heading toward us, and it was only thanks to the dexterity Mac Gyverienne Alex and his effective split of ’On the way check mister customs’, these last two thugs with weapons point we were not close a few more hours ...

  The continuation and conclusion of the trip was rather strange from a train (the comic book style ’Perceneige’ for those who know, or style Bilal Hunting Party, with which we rolled it into a parallel printer for quite some time to realize that species of chips to coals ... twirling inside the train !, so the lit compartment, and then died out in sandstone soubressaults rails that would be very decrepit !

  Besides this, between the giant potholes, which forced Alex (3000 + terminals in the arm), to hypothetical zig-zags on a road that we also monitor of hypothetical (giant chickens this is hypothetical ! ?)

  Yes we won the fatigue, but these huge fires of Saint-jean what were this !?

  

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  DAY II

  First thing to do in ukraine is to check the equipment, in this case our oh-too-missed sidecar ! So we end up in the first hour of the day in the garage of Bogdan (no comments, it was 11am, we had already been scolded by mama Irena anyway !). Alex Bethune had spun the previous year and Bogda-shum was too proud of helping us to see without ’workshop’ hard built himself, brick brick !

  

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  The court of ’garage’ was funny too

  

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  Second goal of the game, because each time we knew this weird stuff, get some gas to the side, the great anything as usual, but we do ask more questions soon in ukraine :

  The mischievous and adorable Diane ptite as usual :

  

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  At the back side, as well groomed though, we made a snub :

  

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  AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGllllllllllll !! This time the trip was going to be hot for my buttocks them anything, a milking stool as a chair ;

  

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  Oh hey, even the Russian robustness does not stand up to winter !?

  

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  Go go go go, riding on the snow :

  Back home ! Like previous years, Mama Girou Irena, was still the law, his sister Oxana (journalist and prominent essaiyait temporize (neither can saque the other way) :

  

  And inevitably, the French courteous and polite attempts to explain the impossible ...

  

  At least not in the dictionary ...

  

  Potholes in Ukrainian !????

  

  The design did not help much but caused much laughter !

  DAY III

  See LVIV and ... wait ...

  Dubious as every day (when the Slavic soul into us, there is nothing, or even required fags owned cripples ?...)

  

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  Irena knew smile ...

  

  A few hours away, so ... then stop ! Engine Failure ! But once the bowl, we found the resin liquid, liquid seal or I do not know what, even in the ’offices of tobacco’ ; to wait and smoking a cigarette long it dry.

  

  Lviv (Lvov for others) is great, especially at its periphery, and when the Volvo s’acquoquine everyone stops !

  

  

  Men are required to mechanically cities !

  

  If I did not say Ukraine is like africa with snow, at least for me one that says the guys who know these two places where you never know advance what will happen.

  Time does not exist either, and the expectation is ’Rivnia’ current ; here to tell you even know what or who are waiting.

  

  Alexis daydream, even in its Bogdan upers be bothered by (rare though his part) and I, I like all the ’night’, I was looking Alcazar ...

  

  

  It eventually takes planning, city tour by the driver who is Frangines two got along like ... two sisters.

  

  The city is beautiful is clear, a small side of Prague that I was.

  

  A lil low for any building in black stone.

  

  

  Second surprise, a supermarket at bondieuseries, the orthodox God has not to worry for those old days, and costs of what was sold.

  

  

  

  

  

  Lviv, the recall, is the center and origin of any religious orthodoxy, Slavic anyway !

  

  

  After purchasing the bell easter (joke), the third surprise.

  

  

  Svelatana, abosulement took us to meet one of his knowledge by taf journalist. Well at least I know what an apparatchik from now, better than during the course of history. An apparatchik, a guy who is fan of the Dutronc song ’I turn my jacket’

  

  This guy had to be all the edges, and it still was doing well because apparently, and we do not believe in the beginning he had very long arms ... so-called personal friend of the ’governor’ of the region.

  

  For the moment his arms so long served glasses and glasses of cognac and vodka ;

  

  he joked about those ’friends’ Russian all the time. The only joke that I understood because he spoke a little French and German, is that Russians and Ukrainians do not know how to drink vodka, because they do not eat pickles giants after each shot (wont Ukraine, however, is far from being stupid, in general, subject to the calculation of the overall amount ingested on a pro rata the number and size of chewed pickles of cour

  

  after I do not think this does not diminish the rate alcolémie, but it helps to walk a little longer.

  

  In any case we have been shattered again in 16 hours ... and we all took years for gangsters in the prohibition era !

  Then we walked under the spell of nightfall.

  Our local Al Capone, former member of the NKVD I’m sure, but now a prominent member of the Politburo of the defunct Orange Revolution, was actually the very long arm.

  We passed by chance in front of the opera (still equivalent to the Lyon Opera wholesale), and absolutely insisted that the visit, it was far from being a bad idea, and anyway it was done Ukrainian as (even with pickles, certainly not big enough)

  Bad luck, it was closed that day at the public for reasons of general rehearsal, and although Mr. released one of its many maps, and the guard let us go home, limit, kneeling - wouep strong Al

  

  

  

  And then magic, we watched for a while to representation.

  

  Then we returned the car without any problem on the back, curiously, I think the Volvo effluvent love of Voka adulterated ; one day I would send a letter thanking their engineers emeritus.

  The evening was devoted to the supply of gifts from France and the Family of Alexis.

  Clothes, hats and perfume were the rage ...

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Faced with skeptical eyes of Bogdan, Micha and Artem

  

  

  As worldwide life continued

  

  

  

  "And the children went to their dreams ..."

  

  DAY IV V

  Pending the decision of Ober Mama Irena, of Bunker Palace has Raspoutiza Nawaak

  One day the Ukrainian, or you have no idea what will happen ... we all expected the decision Irena going about all types of occupations has large gland

  

  

  

  

  Paulo tried, to learn more

  

  Then I decided to go for a ride

  

  

  

  

  

  Outside Time was equally ... as frozen

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Then of a sudden everybody s activation without always knowing what was happening

  Everyone in the car ; deposage children left to right, then head nowhere

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  It was finally found at night, after hours of wanderings and roads, to a sort o ’bar box very luxurious compared to what one could imagine finding s in this sector of Ukraine

  But it was Thursday was closed, and of course instead of taking the time to phone before, Irena trying to catch up instantly and make the place open just for us, because she knew who knew foo foo (just note that c was a place for at least a hundred people, and I do not see how a less extend the ticket, the guys would accept it instead of opening just for us)

  Indeed after a good half hour of dealings, we stop laughing it was with Alex, Bogdan a little less, Irena told us that by extending the biftons you could go

  We refused, of course, more Bogdan really starting to have fed, and eventually take us elsewhere, or the evening was very nice

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  The end of the evening with a mystery cons ... as if by magic, we found an old lady who lived in the midst of a sort of old abandoned refinery, Eskimo and Mongolian type which should be one of the grandmother I do not know who that one had crossed before, it we made tea, the one had awakened, and we are pigeais kedal it seems to me to remember that his son who turned up to 4 hours was proud of us that he had explained to the plate and it had hardened

  Paulo was really skeptical

  

  we were in another world with Alex, and for my part, liters of vodka and beer, overcame me, I m asleep, saying that it was all a dream delusional.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  DAY VI

  Raspoutiza = degel, boue and Rock n Roll

  Raspoutiza = thaw, mud and Rock n Roll

  Time suspended, sticky mud, creatures that appear there, as the only sign of life. They seem to be concerned about anything, in any case neither cold nor by the time seems to have stood still there.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Well, Diana was waiting to mister Sandman ...

  

  DAY VI

  Chervonograd, or how to say no comment ?

  We started looking for a new boiler for apartment officially (but to find red meat and make a meal of French history to reciprocate and please *), and we quickly realized that everything is for sale while repairs itself, everything is bought, and even the Chinese manufactured goods arrive until ...

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  * In fact it has absolutely no pleasure at Mama Irena, who made the mouth during the meal

  DAY VII

  Dianoshka Ballerina and Kolkhoz

  The morning was again a great lesson ;

  When the peel is too light the rustic Russian electric stove wholesale no protection whatsoever, about the resistance, but it will be realized, rising.

  

  (I must say also that there was an electrical failure at night, so we have not seen too much of what was going on, fatigue and helping to be honest Vodka)

  the kids in the world are all the same : is the ptite Diane wanted to play the starlet, so it has been photo session. The ’Parisian Pepete simply stand ...

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  This place was quite curious lost souls in the midst of the endless plain, felt that history. We had not much explanation except that this church had been ransacked by the Germans during the Second World War .. . (C’es a region, or the peasants still digging the corpses of those days each year)

  

  

  

  Then we came upon an old abandoned kholkhose which served Dianoshka playground, and we all quickly.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Post-scriptum

  Story of Alex (sadly not finished)

  Well, we’ve established a new record for the distance Le Mans-Radechiv : 34h30, no driver change. We slept a little after passing the Polish border, about 2.00am. The Volvo is comfortable, with mattresses grandmother (we have blessed), but -5 ° outside, it quickly becomes -5 ° inside. Even the down "army approved" is not enough : you quail wheels. Already it is necessary to fully cover the head of a sweatshirt, because any heat loss is through there, between choking and dying of cold, must choose. In the morning I wake up Charles, I told him he really quail, and from under his sweater, he replied : "It’s not serious, the sun will soon come and warm the body. "It was already two hours it was up the sun and nix. In short, we went back to eight hours to traverse the whole Poland. At 16 hours, we arrive at the customs, people, and finally two cars ahead of us ! We pass the Polish side "finger in the nose", the Ukrainian passport control like that, all in 20 minutes. Then, it was spicy for baggage screening : despite the magic paper, these bastards want us to pay taxes for importing toys and used clothing, to be given away ! They explain to me in Ukrainian, Russian, but I pretended not to understand, they tell me to wait a customs officer who speaks ... German. 10 minutes later I returned to the charge, asking why I have spent the three previous times without problem, and why it’s different, and it begets the p’tits of France who gave toys Recommended begets the Ukraine, and my family lives in Radechiv, and she can explain, you have a phone number ? Suddenly, he lent me his laptop and I pass Irina, they take the lead, it does not result Irina promises to involve someone in 5 minutes. In the meantime, I squat office, I drunken ’why ? "And finally, they drop the case as I dabbed my sanctimonious while yelling over to me to impress me. Arrived at last check, just before the exit, fffrrrccchhhhht, fuse headlight loose before the checkpoint is being repaired, and customs is weird that we have missed like that, he wants to see the cargo, called colleagues confirm that we are probably too boring and we did not let go of dough. Thus, we can pass, and just after the post frrrcchhht more lights, is being repaired when a curious customs approaches with his loupiote and vraaaouum, he starts under his nose. Here it is, it is past. It is night, it’s cold, it was another 150 terminals to rotten roads, but there’s a smile. Two-three funny things between the border and Radechiv : grass fires along the road at night is nice, and race with the train, whose route runs along the road for about ten kilometers, with Contest horn. Arrived at Radechiv, guess what awaits us ? A plate of borscht. Obviously, Irina finds us very thin and will fix the problem. They are doing well, considering go to work in Italy, but their lack of employer testimonials for visas (not surprising). Diana remain here at Valia and Micha. Micha has done a infractus, and they would not even go to the doctor. Bohdan dragged him there, fortunately, because otherwise, he passed. This morning we were awakened by two sd’Irina girlfriend who came to see. They kept a baby, Sasha, 6 months, Irina put me in the legs in the morning. While cute, wide awake and cozy, baby. Well, Irina told us that his mother had crossed, and he was left with his two brothers and sisters. Why after each meeting, there’s always a story to the con ? Well, if this me today, we walk in the corner, and tomorrow we go to L’viv, I’ll try to find the painted eggs for Nathalie. I learned that our friend Jean-Francois had drooled on our behalf during his last visit, what manure that one, and that Ben had done tchourave his scooter, ha ha !

  Day before yesterday we went to the pizzeria, and Irina introduced us to the local boss, a sort of mountain muscular with a shaved head covered with scars. His name Vasyl and assured us of his help if we happened anything. I do not know what reward they found in his relationship with Irina, but I prefer to know our side we seeking noises. Perhaps Irina informs everything that happens in the wheat in return ... I know he has already intervened to defend girlfriends Irina, who almost being raped by guys. He was traced through the number of the car, then beaten up the leader before him to beg forgiveness for girls and let him go naked in the forest. In short, there joke. Today we went to L’viv, with Irina, Oksana, Bohdan and girlfriend Irina we dropped at the entrance of L’viv. Small mechanical damage : I had not secured the battery, which would have had no effect on normal roads, but on Ukrainian roads, the bumps have rushed to the belt pulley power steering, which has carefully machined until the acid spread everywhere. We bought a kind of two-component paste for filling the hole, and re-filled the hole with the element water and "roll my chicken." It is always a mad love between two brothers, their relationship oscillates between freezing cold interspersed with sentences déconnade brittle and fleeting. In essence, Irina wanted to Oksana’s education and status as Oksana, she envies the ease with which her sister is forging contacts in all environments. We ate in a self housed in a superb high ceilings and decorated moldings, a bit like Flunch settled at the town hall, anything. The food was good, though not given (100 for 4 balls) for local standards. Afterwards, we strolled in the old L’viv, and I realized that I knew him better than the three Ukrainian combined. Indeed, when I asked where the place is decorated with Greek statues and nobody knows where she was, while "plocha Rinok" is that L’viv is the prospect Nievsky St. Petersburg. Later, Bohdan has insisted on showing us a "museum", which proved to be an amazing place : a kind of supermarket Uniate liturgy. There are censers, brushes, scarves and robes, golden crowns, statues of virgin plaster, chandeliers, ornate prayer-books, candlesticks, crosses in gold plated steel, dome cover sheet, available silver or gold, and even bells. The prices are crazy, up to 3000 euros bell, 750 euros for the baby Jesus in plaster. We have a chance encounter and yet very amusing as we walked along the main avenue, Oksana stopped to greet a little man, old and elegant. He wore a black felt Moreover, a silk scarf over a dark wool coat. His neatly trimmed mustache trying to beautify a face marred by a half-closed eye. Actually, it was exactly like an old gangster. Oksana we presented it as a local leader of the presidential party "Nasha Ukraina". We talked on the sidewalk, then a friend of his joined us. Named Alex, less elegant but more jovial, he was more like a Turkish or Lebanese, his smile revealing a sling load of gold teeth. Bohdan, the elegant old, after several politico-linguistic, invited us to drink a coffee. Thus we found ourselves seated, Bohdan, Irina, Oksana, Charles, Bohdan old, Kson kicker Alex and me, in front of cups of coffee but also a bottle of vodka, cognac for the ladies, but also sandwiches cheese and ham, in order to put everything. In this regard, the old Bohdan we learned the secret of the unquestionable superiority of Ukraine on neighboring Russia : Russians do not know booze. They clap a bottle of vodka at full speed, and when they realize they have nothing to eat with, too late, they are dead drunk. The Ukrainian them, drink and eat at the same time. The discussion was directed course on Ukrainian nationalism, patriotism by Bohdan forgiveness. When I confessed that I was learning Russian, he was upset and asked me why I do not my bearings into Ukrainian. To which I retorted that it was difficult Degotte a professor of Ukrainian at Le Mans. He assured me he could find me a call. I took that as a boast, but then he had taught me still long enough arm. We éclusâmes all these bottles, Alex spoke to me in Russian-mechanical considerations of agronomic and Bohdan comparative linguistics. It seemed like a man too clever. His card identifies the function of advisor to the head of the regional administration of L’viv. Previously, he was Professor of Linguistics. Oksana seemed both pleased for this opportunity to meet him but annoyed that her sister is so comfortable with this man who is another one of his superiors. It should be noted that in Ukraine, the positions of power are, with rare exception, occupied by men. As we walked towards the car, we met Max, the son of Lesya. This is the only person I know in L’viv, and I passed him each time I go ... There are still 800,000 people ... Then we left the bar to make a path together towards the car. We passed the opera, and Bohdan old ordered us to follow, because we could not leave Lviv see this wonder. Alas, the door closed and the old porter told us that the lights were off, so we could enter. This was excluding the influence of Bohdan old, who left his card, was back on the lights, we did visit the opera and then introduced us to one of the leaders that we opened the room, where we could take a look at a rehearsal underway. Again, being French triggered a lively curiosity. We left to return the car and drive to Radechiv Bohdan young virtuoso flying, we avoided the tractors, animal-drawn vehicles and holes rushing under our wheels. Then he went to look Valia and Micha "Kut". Micha is recovering from a heart attack three weeks ago. Valya had to drag him to the doctor to get it to seek treatment. It seemed, however shaped, and continued to grill his papirossi secretly of Valya. We have offered the gifts, which were much appreciated. For once, the two sisters are not squabbling, they were busy arranging their hats. Valia and Misha asked for news of family, everyone passed. This time I was happy to talk to them without intermediaries. My Russian is not brilliant, but enough to share. The evening was very pleasant, but I do not understand early enough that Diana had to go to school the next day. It was past midnight when it went down, and obviously, she snorted as the next Irina yielded and granted him the right to stay at home. She wanted to accompany us to the market, but I made it clear to Irina, supported by Bohdan if Diana was too tired for school, she was also in the market. She whimpered as she knows so well done (how blame him, it works every time !), But finally remained at home. Micha Bohdan gave his old car, stayed 15 years apart. It’s a Lada model "Zhiguli. The name makes me laugh a lot. It is powered by a 1300 cm3 which has refurbished Bohdan ignition and carburetion. The body is infested with rust, but the main problem lies in the lack of brakes. A front bracket is missing, and the disk on the other, it is to retype. So when Bohdan took us inside, and Diana, to 80 km / h, I was only half reassured. This morning, we have been offered to the market and have the missing pieces to Bohdan, for a total of 120 Hryvnia. I think that while I type this story, it is busy repairing his car. Then he can attack the administrative part, because the car is registered in the Ternopil Oblast, which is the sister of Micha. It must then retrieve the papers and make his name, which promises a few hours of waiting in different burlingues, and paid a few dollars to grease the wheels of the administrative machinery. In this regard, Bohdan finally got its license in good and due form, he thanked mom long, Juju and us for our help. Today, I will try to go to the hairdresser, and I planned to pick Artem school to go with him to look a gift. But of course, nothing goes as planned.

  Before yesterday evening, we went to a bar with Irina, Bohdan and two girlfriends Irina, Svetlana and Vicka. Being the only consumers of the establishment, could not say that the atmosphere was unbridled, but hey, it was nice anyway. In each bar, there is now an mp3 jukebox, 50 kopecks a piece. The play list is huge, there are even some artists hexagonal, as Mylène Farmer or Joe Dassin. We export very best of French culture. We went after another bar, where there were a few more people. I bowed to Rome, the son of the landlords of the box, and Lyubomir, who was delighted to see me. I asked him where was his love affair with Yulia, because we all celebrated the anniversary of his fiancee a year ago. He told me it was finished because he had noticed she was actually his cousin ... On this anniversary, we met a young girl staring. 18, pregnant for the third child, she was smoking cigarette after cigarette and emptied his glass at a gulp of vodka. Today, she lives in L’viv in trading in its charms, it seems. She left her three children, so she wore none other than the young Sasha woke me the first morning. He lives with his brothers, raised by surrogate mothers. Still later, Irina insisted that we go with a friend when he was three o’clock in the morning. We found ourselves in Vitalic, security officer in a hotel, 29 of which 8 years in prison. Irina looks much appreciate it, but we do not understand why it was so urgent to see. The house was located next to a whirring electric transformer and two large fuel tanks, setting a rather scary. We had a visit from the grandmother of Vitalic, who rose in the night to prepare bottles for some unknown baby. She had a good head babushka Eurasian eyes narrowed. Finally, we went to bed. The next day, the day was dedicated to our treatment of hangover. Bohdan we put two films. "Bumi" 1 and 2. These are two Russian films dating there are five to eight years. They depict the world of gangsters seize every opportunity of a nation adrift. I was initially quite negative about the movie, whose title is the Russian slang word for "BMW". I saw the usual glorification of thug life with big cars, big guns and pretty girls. In fact, these films are much more subtle, especially the second. It is a kind of road movie across Russia tatters. Photography, frames are falling down, the pace and narration have nothing to do with U.S. blockbusters. Well, obviously, it was probably not captured all the subtleties of dialogue. I must try to download it, and retrieve a file for subtitles in French on the web. Note for Warner / Sony / Virgin : it was available on DVD in France, I’ll buy. But perhaps less profitable to edit the cabinet Collector Taxi 1,2,3 and 4. By late afternoon, we went to Kut, to eat at Valia and Micha. Reaching home in a time of thaw is already a feat in itself : you have to cross a muddy field among the cows in the moonlight, and trample in the mud to the door of the house. The stage was filled with dozens of dishes, there were bottles of white wine, red, vodka and apple juice house. In the corner of the room, a large skillet coated brick broadcast a gentle heat. We must confess that the first glass was steep to swallow. The food was delicious, especially the "holubtsi" rolls cabbage leaves stuffed with vegetables. A small reserve nevertheless a dish of meat jelly, as guts, we had trouble swallowing. Charles questioned Micha and Valya, with the help of Artem on their opinion of life under the communist regime. The answer is clear : anti visceral yet, they say that life was better. Everyone had a job, a roof and eat. However, at any price, they would return to the communist regime : they were not free and independent Ukraine did not exist. Then we had a discussion on the comparative cost of living in communist Ukraine, in today’s Ukraine and France. Bread prices in France made them jump and they began talking with nostalgia liters of gasoline to 20 kopecks 70s ... I could perceive how Valya was aware of the history of the family : she told me in detail the meeting and marriage of John and Luba, then shut down a correspondence between Ukraine and France and finally reunion of 2002. The night was good except for the herd of buffaloes marched into my skull. Today, we went to the market Chervonograd. I did not find much to bring to France, it must be said that few items are wanted. However, this was an opportunity to offer a pair of boots lined with Valia and new water heater to Irina and Bohdan, for 200 "francs". Recall that theirs is a sacred danger : if we close the hot water tap, it rises in pressure, crackles and burns the soot of the chimney. I have failed to set fire to the house after a bad move. We wanted a drink and a bite in a bar, until the two moved to our table. One had its knuckles swollen and abraded, indicating a recent battle, the other had wounds and scars on his face. They wanted to charge us some hryvna, we have inflated until it bends luggage without waiting for the fries that we ordered. We finally went to another bar, later. The ravioli were not bad, but worse than those of Irina. Tomorrow we are invited to a doctor, a friend of Irina. He makes his own red wine, Bohdan has formally discouraged. Irina seems really happy to present it to us.

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  Les pensées s’absentent, L’ivre s’étale, Ceux-ci, comme d’autre s’en suffisent, matent. D’un rien s’attache qui court ; Son oeuvre, ces pieux et ses jaloux, Aspirent plus, qu’ils (...)
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• MORE: Genius short stopMotion film - 3 August

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