Moving On

Young couples laugh, an old woman sells raspberries, startlingly beautiful women pull peoples glances after their swaying hips, men fit cobble stones into a reconstructed sidewalk, a crowd listens to their tour guide who points to Jesus sitting atop one of L’viv’s churches, Father Ivan sits with a colleague at an outdoor table beside a coffee shop and calls to me — “In a few hours,” I tell him. “Go with God,” he says, gently shaking my hand with both of his — restless commuters wait for marshutky, friends drink beer from plastic bottles, sun shines, wind blows, summer blooms, people walk the streets in every direction, each carrying a universe of purpose, history, feeling.

My time has come. It always seems like ends are a time to make some grand concluding remarks, some revelation. As is usually the case with me, however, my pen does not keep up with my life.

I will fly home very soon, but I will continue writing about Ukraine, and continue blogging, so please stay tuned. I’m at least a month and half behind. I’ll soon post two of the lectures I gave at Donetsk University of Economics and Law, photos from the Carpathians, restaurant reviews, and more.

Please stay tuned.

Roman on the trail to Robert's Bunker