Archive for the Tag Ukraine
Was an amazing time. 9 countries, 6 months and 3 people (including our 1 sweet baby). We met the Gypsy King in Moldova, became good friends with a poor family in autonomous republic Transnistria, fell in love with Crimean landscape, hated corrupted Russian police, had a good rest in Chechenyan villages in Georgia, melt in 42 Celsius degrees in Azerbaijan, got wet in Nagorny Karabakh, were asking questions about Turkey in Armenia and about Armenia in Turkey. And all of this with a small, even not one year old daughter Hanna. An all of this against a common opinion that with a moment of having a baby your world is over.
Our very last day of the trip and she started to walk!
In this busy time of repacking all our luggage in some small car workshop in Belgrade we didn’t give much attention to Hanna. She was playing with toys, boxes, everything she could find around. Soon we were supposed to drive to hotel with warm shower, so we didn’t care much about her getting more and more dirty. And suddenly: our dirty sweetest left toyes and chairs behind and… walked away! And then she was walking and walking, laughting and laughting. Must be amazing moment to feel that moving on your own is really possible.
Our big girl: first stood up in Bulgaria, said “mama” and “tata” in Ukraine, learned how to grab noses of policemen in Russia, was dancing in Chechenyan village in Georgia, had her first birthday in Azerbaijan, fell in love with olives in Armenia, said first words in Turkish in Turkey and… started to walk in Serbia!
Shusha (in Azeri), Shushi (in Armenian) by the second half of the 19th century had become the the second largest town in the Caucasus after Tbilisi. Hard to believe in it. Right now it’s an empty, melancholic place. read more »
- Not always caviar – my best friend likes to say so. And when being on the top of Crimean mountains but in the middle of clouds it would be easy to agree with her, but I will not. Because even such a no-view can be the caviar during our trip. read more »
Artek since my school time and Russian lessons was for me a place very close to heaven. The place you will be only able to reach if you lived a good life: behaving well to teachers, having good marks, being a good socialist boy, always helping mama, standing up for older people in the tram, being a friend with the Russians soldiers. And because there was no heaven in a socialist world, Artek was the highest point you could ever reach as a boy like me. read more »