Happy New Year, everybody.
There’s a hole in the floor near the entrance of my building. I’ve been passing it several times a day since moving to L’viv. Once, to my astonishment, there was a light shining from within the hole. It was no ordinary pit.
I looked inside and saw potatoes. I felt like a child discovering mysteries in the woods, like an explorer finding a lost civilization. I also felt tired, as it happened late and night. In the morning wasn’t completely certain whether I hadn’t dreamed the whole thing. I dutifully checked the pit every day from then on, but until a few days ago, it remained dark.
You can imagine my excitement when, almost as a New Year’s gift, the potatoes revealed themselves to me again. I sprinted up to my fourth floor kvartyra, and back down to produce this photographic proof:
