Everything wrapped up nicely at the end of the semester, aside from my grant budget spiraling out of control in correlation with inflation and the global financial crisis.
I got on the bus, and sat there, 5 hours to cross the border out of Ukraine and into the European Union. The Ukrainian check point involved cash exchanging hands, the Polish bag searches and sniffing dogs. Visas were scrutinized, stamps were stamped, but finally, we made it onto the much smoother roads of Poland (about equal smoothness to NM).
My neighbor until Dresden was an older Russian lady, who loved to talk and taught me some more Russian. It was amusing when we hit a word that I couldn’t understand and she couldn’t remember how to say in Ukrainian, because she would turn around and ask the neighbors all around how to translate that word. So the whole bus listened to our conversation (Ukrainians don’t talk much on public transportation and the movies hadn’t started (we had automatic tv screens fold down from the roof, like a Boeing) and generally silence prevailed) and learned lots about the strange American who was living in Ukraine.
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My subjective and selective account of my experience as a Peace Corps volunteer from October 2007 to December 2009.
