A beautiful but decrepit building in the center of Kyiv holds this fantastic art. Visiting was great for my soul. I’m reminded that I’m part of a long story. It makes me anxious for professional success, so that I can go back to writing.
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Kozak Mamay, singing about the great kingdom which used to be here . . . before the Mongolian apocalypse. We were kings.
In the background is the Podil region of Kyiv. We used to live there.