Good Morning Everyone! Do you have your coffee? Okay lets start.
First, lets talk about the fluent access in this country to drugs and alcohol. Tayna told me yesterday that anyone can buy any type of drugs (percocet, ritilan, heavy duty pain and psych meds, antibiotics, etc.) from the local pharmacy without a prescription from a doctor. And there is a pharmacy every 20 feet, just like Starbucks. That is why there is such a bad drug problem here in Ukraine. As we have pointed out before, beer is more accessable than water or Cola Light and the grocery stores have 2 entire isles devoted to Vodka alone, then they have isles for the rest of the alcohol. It is like our liquor stores, just WAY cheeper.
Today, Tanya andI slept in then watched Hitch with Will Smith. She loved it. We also watched the opening of the Olympics last night and I was highly impressed with the Chinese! They way out-did the Utah/US opening ceremonies.
Anyway, we arrived at the orphanage at noon today and explained to Kolya we would work on the English alphabet for a while then do fun things. We got to the letter "O" and tears started streaming down his cheeks. He said it was too hard to learn and he will never learn it! Remember, he hates his English class. It took Tanya and I, 20-30 minutes to convince him it is okay if he doesn't learn it all in one day! I explained that I could not learn Russian and Papa only learned a little bit to survive over here. I explained that I could not be left alone in his country because I did not know the language or know how to read the signs! I had to hire Edward and Tanya to help me. I think what eventually sunk in with him was that I explained that I was not planning on throwing him into school all day and leaving him. I planned on being with him all day in school and would be his interpreter until he felt comfortable on his own. The poor child broke my heart, for a while.....keep reading!
After a very short session in English we watch the Fantastic 4 on DVD and ate popcorn, gummy bears and drank Coca Cola for lunch. The smile returned. We then played cards with a 14 y/o boy named Denise. This was hysterical as the game we started with was Concentration/Memory and Kolya, who usually wins, lost every hand. He then decided he wanted to teach me one of his card games. Tanya was very helpful as it seems the rules change when it is Kolya's turn! Kolya would hold his cards down and Denise could see them and asked Kolya for everything that was in his hand, making Kolya very pouty. I laughed as it is dog-eat-dog in the orphanage and you need to learn to keep your hand close to your chest if you want to be a good player. Denise would laugh and just play on. During this game Kolya accused both me and Denise of cheating. Tanya was helping me with my hand and would explain to Kolya that I did not have the card he was requesting but Kolya would argue with her. She was shaking her head and smiling looking at me for guidence. Long story short, I won the game by sheer luck and Kolya and Denise got into a heated/laughing discussion about cheating. Kolya then told Tanya he only cheated once...okay maybe 4 times!
They then wanted me to play the Ukrainian version of War, which they call The Drunken Man. Since Kolya never shuffles the cards, even though he sits there and insists he does when we know he has not because we never left the area, I was delt all the 2's, 3's, 4's and 5's. In War, the highest card takes the trick. I was out of the game in 2 minutes flat. Tanya and I preceded to watch Kolya and Denise play and Kolya cheeting outright. Denise was a very good sport laughing his a-- off at Kolya's outragous behavior. I explained to Tanya that if he plays this way at home in America, we will stop playing the game and just walk away from him, telling him that if he cheats the playing is over for the night. It will fix that problem real fast. We left today with our sides hurting from so much laughter, mostly towards Kolya. I left the deck of cards with the boys as they do not have any in the orphanage.
Oh yeah, more thoughts on what these kids need as far as donations. Our soccer ball lasted 2 weeks before a stick impaled it and it went flat. The beach balls lasted 2 days max. We have "lost" 4 frisbees. Any type of ball is most needed, but every ball turns into a soccer ball! The kids do not have cards but love to play. The problem is, I can see the deck not being complete for long. The kids need shoes very badly. Just like American kids, the average pair last maybe 3-6 months then they are trashed.
I know this next piece will not surprise most of you but, Tanya told me today that I am not like most Americans she has met. Okay everyone, pipe down! She said in the 8 years she has been doing this we are the first family that has not wanted to eat out for every meal. We have been visiting the supermarket close to the flat everyday to get supplies and we have eaten most of our meals in. Tonight I fixed beef and vegetables for dinner and she said it was good. I told her she didn't have to lie, even after I gave her the Hymlick (sp?) maneuver then mouth to mouth to revive her. I told her I do make a mean Margarita if she ever had to live on that alone!
Joyce and Dan are in Kyiv with the rest of my brood and they called from a mall to rub it in about how much fun they are having. The Matthews fly down to Donetsk on Monday to visit an 11 y/o girl the SDA recommended. If they bond with her, they start the adoption process in that city. If not, it is back to the SDA. They are determined to come home with a child which I am very happy about. They have gone through the ringer with emotions here. Joyce told me she thinks it should be a requirement for all Americans to travel out of the country so we would be less selfish. She said she will literally bend down and kiss the ground as soon as she lands. She promised never to complain about the dogs barking in the neighborhood, blah, blah, blah. I laughed as I have been to Europe before and know how lucky we are!
Got to go, I want to read about the news in the US. See you tomorrow at breakfast! Wendy
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
Hello Everyone! This is the free woman roaming wild in Mariupol! Or is it the wild woman roaming free in Mariupol?! My new translator Tayna looks as if she could be my younger thinner sister! Her hair is dyed red (as is many woman's hair in Ukraine. They don't even try to get it to look like mine, they go for the fire engine color!). She is 26 years old, married and working on her doctorate degree in foreign languages. She teaches English at the University along with Edward and this is how she got the job of babysitting me for a week. I cost $40/day to look after. Just my luck, she loves to talk and she has a cat! She laughed at me today as I fed "every single cat in Mariupol." She makes me wash my hands with antibacterial wipes after I pet each set of cats.
I decided to use her expertise in teaching English to work on Kolya, to his dismay. He said his favorite subjects in school are Drawing, physical training and computers. he does not like his English class. HA! He picked the wrong family to live with!!! We spent about 30-45 minutes on the alphabet and writing his name. As a reward he then got to watch a Russian cartoon/movie. Tanya and I could not stay awake during the movie, but tried hard to look interested.
But the real story lies in our morning session today. I interviewed Kolya with the camcorder. I used my journalism savvy and started with easy questions to soften him up then ended with the hard ones. I almost did not want to post this, but it is easier to tell everyone all at once instead of each person asking me individually and having to tell his story in front of him over and over again. I learned that his father left his mother when he was young (I know that is relative as he is still young) and he went to live with his father and his father's parents. This is the grandfather we met the other day. This is also the house where Kolya grew-up in. Kolya loved his grandmother and she was a good cook, so he says. She is now deceased. His father was a drug addict and was killed in the home by some people who broke into the house, stole the drugs and video tapes, then beat his father to death. Kolya and someone else came home to the dead father. Kolya was then sent to live with his alcoholic mother, whom he helped quite a bit. One day he said he ate something that made him very sick and he had to go to the hospital. It was then that her parental rights were taken away. I had Tanya interpret the video tape of the visit to his home and the grandfather was happy for him to go to America as he is too old and sick to care for Kolya. Kolya told the neighbor ladies his mother is in a hospital. I did not ask Kolya to elaborate on this subject as I don't really care where she is now. The neighbor ladies want him to write to them. He did not say he would, yet he did not say he wouldn't.
So that's it. I am so glad we can provide a better life for him and I made sure Tanya told him that if he ever wants to talk about his parents or grandparents we would love to hear the good stories as well as the bad. I also told him we are very grateful to his parents for having him as we would not get to raise and love him if they hadn't.
I will end now as I have only paid for an hour and want to check my e-mail and read your comments. Then I must hit the disco across the street because I look and smell so wonderful after walking and sweating all day! Joe and the kids got to Kyiv just fine and signed all the necessary papers. They will do sight-seeing tomorrow and fly back on Sunday.
I decided to use her expertise in teaching English to work on Kolya, to his dismay. He said his favorite subjects in school are Drawing, physical training and computers. he does not like his English class. HA! He picked the wrong family to live with!!! We spent about 30-45 minutes on the alphabet and writing his name. As a reward he then got to watch a Russian cartoon/movie. Tanya and I could not stay awake during the movie, but tried hard to look interested.
But the real story lies in our morning session today. I interviewed Kolya with the camcorder. I used my journalism savvy and started with easy questions to soften him up then ended with the hard ones. I almost did not want to post this, but it is easier to tell everyone all at once instead of each person asking me individually and having to tell his story in front of him over and over again. I learned that his father left his mother when he was young (I know that is relative as he is still young) and he went to live with his father and his father's parents. This is the grandfather we met the other day. This is also the house where Kolya grew-up in. Kolya loved his grandmother and she was a good cook, so he says. She is now deceased. His father was a drug addict and was killed in the home by some people who broke into the house, stole the drugs and video tapes, then beat his father to death. Kolya and someone else came home to the dead father. Kolya was then sent to live with his alcoholic mother, whom he helped quite a bit. One day he said he ate something that made him very sick and he had to go to the hospital. It was then that her parental rights were taken away. I had Tanya interpret the video tape of the visit to his home and the grandfather was happy for him to go to America as he is too old and sick to care for Kolya. Kolya told the neighbor ladies his mother is in a hospital. I did not ask Kolya to elaborate on this subject as I don't really care where she is now. The neighbor ladies want him to write to them. He did not say he would, yet he did not say he wouldn't.
So that's it. I am so glad we can provide a better life for him and I made sure Tanya told him that if he ever wants to talk about his parents or grandparents we would love to hear the good stories as well as the bad. I also told him we are very grateful to his parents for having him as we would not get to raise and love him if they hadn't.
I will end now as I have only paid for an hour and want to check my e-mail and read your comments. Then I must hit the disco across the street because I look and smell so wonderful after walking and sweating all day! Joe and the kids got to Kyiv just fine and signed all the necessary papers. They will do sight-seeing tomorrow and fly back on Sunday.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
The day that warmed my heart (and the day after)
Note - We were unable to get to the internet club last night, so we are posting 2 days worth this evening. Stay tuned for the exciting adventures.
Tuesday - August 5
Today is hot and humid. The air is thick with the stench and pollution from the factories in town and my eyes water. The minute I get outdoors the membranes in my nose and sinuses swell up and the sneezing begins as my body tries to rid itself of the toxins. The children at the orphanage know no different as they play happily amongst themselves without any symptoms. Joe here. We noticed a unique phenomenon today. Flies were dropping in mid-flight. They would grasp their little fly throats, gasping for air, twirl once, twice, three times, and then plummet to earth.
This week a group of about 10 children have returned from the “camp.” They are from 5 y/o to 7 y/o along with 2 older teenagers. We started our day with Kolya playing Battleship as he did not appear to have the full energy to play soccer. We found a cheap travel version of the game along with checkers at the local grocery store. I thought this would be a fun way to teach him the first part of the alphabet and his numbers up to 10. When we first arrived he was reluctant to practice his English. We have slowly been coaxing it out of him. With the help of his 2 new siblings, he beat the pants of Joe and sunk all of his battleships. Joe here again. My claim is that I let him win, and I’m sticking to it.
We then decided to bring out the pirated DVD and watch an animated movie. Just then the group of children came out to play. They were happy to see Kolya and completely fascinated with the movie. As the children gathered around us to watch, I moved so they could see the movie. Kolya said, “No, Mom” and pointed for me to sit down next to him. I tried to tell him it was okay, that I could watch from behind the kids as I was taller than they are, but he would not hear of it. He spoke sharply to the children and he instructed me to sit next to him. During the movie a young boy inched closure to the screen and Kolya felt he was blocking my view and told the child he must back up. I tried to indicate to Kolya that it was okay, that I could see just fine. Kolya then spoke out the side of his mouth to the child and gently elbowed him back. I pretended not to see as this was the first indication that Kolya felt possessive of any of us. He was not going to share his Mama.
Meantime Joe entertained the rest of the kids with cards, magic tricks and juggling. The children are obviously starved for attention. Joe here once again. The kids entertained me as much as I entertained them. One girl in particular, about 6, provided much entertainment. She brought over a “magic” wallet, and instructed me to make things disappear with it. At least I think that was what she was telling with a combination of very rapid Russian and vigorous gestures. She then handed me a leaf. Given my vast magic experience, gained with years of practice using my Marshall Brodine Magic Cards (a gift to me from some special friends when I was in my early 20s), I was of course able to make it disappear by putting in the wallet, yelling “look, it’s the KGB”, pointing behind them, and then quickly stuffing it in my pocket as they cringed in fear. When they had recovered their senses, I impressed them by opening the wallet and showing that the leaf was gone. I then magically produced the leaf from my pocket. The little girl then proceeded to show me her magic tricks with the wallet. With rapid-fire Russian patter, she would put little plastic pieces into the wallet, hold the wallet behind her back and let the pieces drop out. She would then bring the wallet back to the front and show me that it was now empty. Ta Da! It was great fun with the kids. They love magic and juggling. Both seeing it and showing it off.
We saw the little redheaded girl today that I briefly wanted to adopt along with Kolya. She had a bandaged left arm in a sling and one of her older friends had braided her hair into a spiral on her head. It was beautiful and I told her so using our Russian to English dictionary and she blushed and thanked me. I do not know if she is available for adoption as she was not offered to the Matthews. I did not see the Matthew’s Nastia in this group. Ludmilla had told Nastia that the Matthews had arrived to adopt her but because of her mother won the appeal she must stay with her mother. Ludmilla said she cried. Breaks your heart doesn’t it?! It is almost too much to bear.
I mentioned to Joe as we were walking back to the flat today, that you almost get used to the look of poverty around you. These people know no different. Good news though!! They picked up the garbage today and the apartment stairwell doesn’t smell as if someone died recently. We actually saw a woman sweeping the stairs with a wet broom. Graham said, “Either it rained and the building leaked randomly, or the lady was mopping with a wet broom.” Our observant son!
Kathi Metcalf, you promised to lighten my days with lengthy e-mails. What’s up chic? I would actually make the trip up hill both ways to read your rambling musings if you actually sent some. In 2 days I will be living with a stranger (I wanted to say a strange woman but who knows, she may be fun!!!) and I might need some laughter! Get going homey!
Wednesday, August 6
It was cloudy and cool when we woke this morning. It rained early, then let up. It rained again in the early afternoon. Then the sun came out, the humidity rose, and we felt it.
In the morning when we went to see Kolya, we brought the DVD player. Yesterday, Kolya had borrowed one of the DVDs we had bought. Using gestures and pointing, he indicated that his group had watched WALL-E last night. Today, because it was so wet and muddy outside, we stayed inside the orphanage and watched one of the other movies on the disc. It was from one of the Scandinavian countries, either Norway or Denmark, the closing credits were not too clear on that. You could barely hear the Scandinavian diaogue. Over it, a single voice did the translation. We were able to follow the story somewhat, and Kolya enjoyed it.
After we returned to the flat at lunch time, Graham and IJoewere going to head to the internet club. But Joe received a phone call from Edward, letting us know that we had to get pictures of Kolya for his passport and Visa. So our driver, Alex, picked us up at 3 to take us to the orphanage. There, we would pick up Kolya and one of the orphanage workers, who would take us to the photographers. While we were waiting at the orphange, Alex talked with Kolya. Loyal readers may remember (if we remembered to blog) that he had promised to take us to see Kolya's village which was just outside Mariupol. So it was decided. After the photos, we would all go to see Kolya's village. Wendy was nervous. The last thing she wanted was for Kolya to see his mother. She was afraid it would bring up too many bad memories.
We went to the photographer and then headed out of town, NE by Joe's reckoning. It took us about 15-20 minutes to get there. We realized once we hit the village that they were asking Kolya for directions. As far as we knew, Kolya had not been there since he was 6 (5 years ago, for those of you not keeping count). We then realized that there were no street signs, so it would be difficult to find an address. We crossed our fingers that Kolya would remember. Knowing our kids' memories, they can barely find their way to the school they were at the day before, much less find a place they hadn't been to for 5 years.
Finally, Kolya pointed down a road, and the driver turned down it. There were some people sitting on a bench underneath a gnarled tree on the right side of the road. The driver stopped. He and the lady from the orphanage hopped out. We heard the words "Katzy" and "Kolya"bandied about. The old women on the bench stood up, with amazed looks on their faces, noding their heads. The driver motioned for Kolya to get out of the van. He did and the women hugged him and pinched him.
Then they pointed a little ways down the road. So we all got out of the van and walked that way. As they were leading us, Wendy nervously asked the orphanage lady if this was Kolya's Mama. "Nyet", she said. "Grandfather." We approached a whitewashed house with blue trim. It looked like it had recently been painted. We came around the side of the house, past a pear tree and underneath a grape arbor. The old women had now been joined by a woman who looked to be in her fifties. They started knocking on the side door and calling into the house. After a minute or 2, the door opened, and there stood an old man with a grizzled grey beard, wearing a threadbare dark suit with a red rope in place of his belt. The ladies pushed Kolya forward and started speaking rapidly. After a few dazed moments, a small smile broke out on his face as he realized who it was. During this time, we were capturing the moment on the camcorder so Kolya could remember it. Apparently, it was explained to him that we were adopting Kolya and taking him to America. He seemed happy. We were not able to verfiy the realtionships of the other people there. We had no translator with us. So we are relying on the video record to help us sort that out once we are able to show it to a translator.
As we were thus engaged, our driver was collecting pears from the tree. He presented them to Joe, who had nothing to carry them with, so he was forced to resort to making a small basket with the hem of his t-shirt.
We eventually said our farewells and headed back to the orphanage. We dropped Kolya off and Graham and Joe (that's me by the way) headed to the internet club to get our blog posted, which is what Joe is doing at this very moment.
Thanks to all for the kind words. Joe, Graham, and Elizabeth head to Kyiv tomorrow night. Joe has to pop in at the US Embassy on Friday, and then they fly back, leaving Wendy. Wendy will have a translator we have not met yet. Edward had to go home for several days. His wife was having surgery. He will be back in Mariupol in time to get Wendy and Kolya on their way. In the meantime, Wendy will have a translator named Tanya who will stay with her at the flat. Wendy wants to let people know that she may not blog regularly because the walk to the internet club is not easy in the heat and humidity.
By the way, for those at the rubber works, Joe thinks he will be back in the office next Wednesday the 13th.
Tuesday - August 5
Today is hot and humid. The air is thick with the stench and pollution from the factories in town and my eyes water. The minute I get outdoors the membranes in my nose and sinuses swell up and the sneezing begins as my body tries to rid itself of the toxins. The children at the orphanage know no different as they play happily amongst themselves without any symptoms. Joe here. We noticed a unique phenomenon today. Flies were dropping in mid-flight. They would grasp their little fly throats, gasping for air, twirl once, twice, three times, and then plummet to earth.
This week a group of about 10 children have returned from the “camp.” They are from 5 y/o to 7 y/o along with 2 older teenagers. We started our day with Kolya playing Battleship as he did not appear to have the full energy to play soccer. We found a cheap travel version of the game along with checkers at the local grocery store. I thought this would be a fun way to teach him the first part of the alphabet and his numbers up to 10. When we first arrived he was reluctant to practice his English. We have slowly been coaxing it out of him. With the help of his 2 new siblings, he beat the pants of Joe and sunk all of his battleships. Joe here again. My claim is that I let him win, and I’m sticking to it.
We then decided to bring out the pirated DVD and watch an animated movie. Just then the group of children came out to play. They were happy to see Kolya and completely fascinated with the movie. As the children gathered around us to watch, I moved so they could see the movie. Kolya said, “No, Mom” and pointed for me to sit down next to him. I tried to tell him it was okay, that I could watch from behind the kids as I was taller than they are, but he would not hear of it. He spoke sharply to the children and he instructed me to sit next to him. During the movie a young boy inched closure to the screen and Kolya felt he was blocking my view and told the child he must back up. I tried to indicate to Kolya that it was okay, that I could see just fine. Kolya then spoke out the side of his mouth to the child and gently elbowed him back. I pretended not to see as this was the first indication that Kolya felt possessive of any of us. He was not going to share his Mama.
Meantime Joe entertained the rest of the kids with cards, magic tricks and juggling. The children are obviously starved for attention. Joe here once again. The kids entertained me as much as I entertained them. One girl in particular, about 6, provided much entertainment. She brought over a “magic” wallet, and instructed me to make things disappear with it. At least I think that was what she was telling with a combination of very rapid Russian and vigorous gestures. She then handed me a leaf. Given my vast magic experience, gained with years of practice using my Marshall Brodine Magic Cards (a gift to me from some special friends when I was in my early 20s), I was of course able to make it disappear by putting in the wallet, yelling “look, it’s the KGB”, pointing behind them, and then quickly stuffing it in my pocket as they cringed in fear. When they had recovered their senses, I impressed them by opening the wallet and showing that the leaf was gone. I then magically produced the leaf from my pocket. The little girl then proceeded to show me her magic tricks with the wallet. With rapid-fire Russian patter, she would put little plastic pieces into the wallet, hold the wallet behind her back and let the pieces drop out. She would then bring the wallet back to the front and show me that it was now empty. Ta Da! It was great fun with the kids. They love magic and juggling. Both seeing it and showing it off.
We saw the little redheaded girl today that I briefly wanted to adopt along with Kolya. She had a bandaged left arm in a sling and one of her older friends had braided her hair into a spiral on her head. It was beautiful and I told her so using our Russian to English dictionary and she blushed and thanked me. I do not know if she is available for adoption as she was not offered to the Matthews. I did not see the Matthew’s Nastia in this group. Ludmilla had told Nastia that the Matthews had arrived to adopt her but because of her mother won the appeal she must stay with her mother. Ludmilla said she cried. Breaks your heart doesn’t it?! It is almost too much to bear.
I mentioned to Joe as we were walking back to the flat today, that you almost get used to the look of poverty around you. These people know no different. Good news though!! They picked up the garbage today and the apartment stairwell doesn’t smell as if someone died recently. We actually saw a woman sweeping the stairs with a wet broom. Graham said, “Either it rained and the building leaked randomly, or the lady was mopping with a wet broom.” Our observant son!
Kathi Metcalf, you promised to lighten my days with lengthy e-mails. What’s up chic? I would actually make the trip up hill both ways to read your rambling musings if you actually sent some. In 2 days I will be living with a stranger (I wanted to say a strange woman but who knows, she may be fun!!!) and I might need some laughter! Get going homey!
Wednesday, August 6
It was cloudy and cool when we woke this morning. It rained early, then let up. It rained again in the early afternoon. Then the sun came out, the humidity rose, and we felt it.
In the morning when we went to see Kolya, we brought the DVD player. Yesterday, Kolya had borrowed one of the DVDs we had bought. Using gestures and pointing, he indicated that his group had watched WALL-E last night. Today, because it was so wet and muddy outside, we stayed inside the orphanage and watched one of the other movies on the disc. It was from one of the Scandinavian countries, either Norway or Denmark, the closing credits were not too clear on that. You could barely hear the Scandinavian diaogue. Over it, a single voice did the translation. We were able to follow the story somewhat, and Kolya enjoyed it.
After we returned to the flat at lunch time, Graham and IJoewere going to head to the internet club. But Joe received a phone call from Edward, letting us know that we had to get pictures of Kolya for his passport and Visa. So our driver, Alex, picked us up at 3 to take us to the orphanage. There, we would pick up Kolya and one of the orphanage workers, who would take us to the photographers. While we were waiting at the orphange, Alex talked with Kolya. Loyal readers may remember (if we remembered to blog) that he had promised to take us to see Kolya's village which was just outside Mariupol. So it was decided. After the photos, we would all go to see Kolya's village. Wendy was nervous. The last thing she wanted was for Kolya to see his mother. She was afraid it would bring up too many bad memories.
We went to the photographer and then headed out of town, NE by Joe's reckoning. It took us about 15-20 minutes to get there. We realized once we hit the village that they were asking Kolya for directions. As far as we knew, Kolya had not been there since he was 6 (5 years ago, for those of you not keeping count). We then realized that there were no street signs, so it would be difficult to find an address. We crossed our fingers that Kolya would remember. Knowing our kids' memories, they can barely find their way to the school they were at the day before, much less find a place they hadn't been to for 5 years.
Finally, Kolya pointed down a road, and the driver turned down it. There were some people sitting on a bench underneath a gnarled tree on the right side of the road. The driver stopped. He and the lady from the orphanage hopped out. We heard the words "Katzy" and "Kolya"bandied about. The old women on the bench stood up, with amazed looks on their faces, noding their heads. The driver motioned for Kolya to get out of the van. He did and the women hugged him and pinched him.
Then they pointed a little ways down the road. So we all got out of the van and walked that way. As they were leading us, Wendy nervously asked the orphanage lady if this was Kolya's Mama. "Nyet", she said. "Grandfather." We approached a whitewashed house with blue trim. It looked like it had recently been painted. We came around the side of the house, past a pear tree and underneath a grape arbor. The old women had now been joined by a woman who looked to be in her fifties. They started knocking on the side door and calling into the house. After a minute or 2, the door opened, and there stood an old man with a grizzled grey beard, wearing a threadbare dark suit with a red rope in place of his belt. The ladies pushed Kolya forward and started speaking rapidly. After a few dazed moments, a small smile broke out on his face as he realized who it was. During this time, we were capturing the moment on the camcorder so Kolya could remember it. Apparently, it was explained to him that we were adopting Kolya and taking him to America. He seemed happy. We were not able to verfiy the realtionships of the other people there. We had no translator with us. So we are relying on the video record to help us sort that out once we are able to show it to a translator.
As we were thus engaged, our driver was collecting pears from the tree. He presented them to Joe, who had nothing to carry them with, so he was forced to resort to making a small basket with the hem of his t-shirt.
We eventually said our farewells and headed back to the orphanage. We dropped Kolya off and Graham and Joe (that's me by the way) headed to the internet club to get our blog posted, which is what Joe is doing at this very moment.
Thanks to all for the kind words. Joe, Graham, and Elizabeth head to Kyiv tomorrow night. Joe has to pop in at the US Embassy on Friday, and then they fly back, leaving Wendy. Wendy will have a translator we have not met yet. Edward had to go home for several days. His wife was having surgery. He will be back in Mariupol in time to get Wendy and Kolya on their way. In the meantime, Wendy will have a translator named Tanya who will stay with her at the flat. Wendy wants to let people know that she may not blog regularly because the walk to the internet club is not easy in the heat and humidity.
By the way, for those at the rubber works, Joe thinks he will be back in the office next Wednesday the 13th.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Court Day
It's a boy!!!!
Today we became Kolya’s official parents as proclaimed by the court system. We got the “best judge in the city.” Everything is the very best in the city. Our driver is the best fisherman! He is the best driver (HA!). This is the best country! You get the gist. Now there is a 10 day waiting period and when I asked Edward the reason for the 10 day wait, he did not know why and stated no one knows why. He said that 2 years ago the judges would regularly waive the wait period citing the child needed to go back to school, or there were special circumstances. They can no longer do this.
The witnesses at our hearing looked bored. The prosecutor was 5 minutes late so the judge started without him. We answered 3 basic questions; Why do we want to adopt? Why do we want to adopt this child? And with I have the energy to raise another child? That’s it (a side note: We were going to tell the judge we needed one more child to clean our toilets. We have 4 bathrooms and only 2 kids to clean them. We need more helpers. The Matthews advised us against this option; probably for the best) They walk out of the room for 1-2 minutes, come back in and declare us the new parents. It took all of 15-20 minutes total. Edward was amazed. He says he has had to spend 3-5 hours in a court room before. My feet would have died of suffocation in the high heels I was wearing! Plus it was not air-conditioned and it is hot today!
We returned to the orphanage to talk with the doctor about Kolya’s medical history. The doctor has no record of his medical history prior to him coming to the orphanage at 6 y/o. His right foot was burned before he entered the orphanage. There was a note in his medical history that said he was burned with hot tea water. This seems to happen often over here as their kitchens are very unsafe for children. Our interpreter, Edward, his one year old daughter recently pulled down an entire pot of boiling water onto her face, arm and back. She is still recovering.
I learned they have an immunization for TB, this explains why all the Ukrainian children come up positive in the US when they get the blister test. Kolya has had an encephalogram (brain scan) and an ultrasound of his heart and of his thyroid all because his thyroid is larger than normal. The doctor, of course, cannot tell us why but speculates it could be from the pollution in Mariupol or from Chernobyl. (Okay, whatever!) He is normal for his height and weight and otherwise healthy. (Yea, we’ll see when we return to the US!) He definitely has some sort of skin condition. I am guessing eczema along with zillions of bug bites from the beach. Kolya’s father was Greek (hence Katsy) and his mother was Ukrainian. He was born here in Mariupol. I got that much because I am a nurse and recognized some of the test results.
We then were called into Ludmilla’s office where she did exactly what we expected. Gave us the bank account for the orphanage and asked us to deposit $100-150 each year earmarked for something particular such as toys, medicine or clothes. (I figure we are good for the next 8-10 years, what do you think?) Then she requested that Kolya call the orphanage once a week for awhile to talk with his friends as well as Ludmilla so she can make sure he is happy. Ludmilla pointed out that Liubov has never checked in. (I kept my mouth closed like a good girl so I could get out of there in one piece.) I informed her that Jessica just had a baby girl and Liubov is very happy. I also informed her that Jen is due on the 8th with a baby boy and Albert is also very happy. She was very happy to hear these updates. Now we are all happy. Ludmilla then went on to tell us there is 120 children in this orphanage most which cannot be adopted. Either they are too sick or they have family that is hanging on, visiting or the family member is in jail. If you are in prison in Ukraine and have a child in an orphanage, you get special privileges.
Ludmilla promised us a tour of the orphanage, but to my dismay we only got to see the boys dorms and the girls dorms. I wanted to see where all the younger children stayed. I see the infants up to 2 year-olds outside and can hear them cry when we are on the playground. If I am to donate money I want to see their living conditions. When the younger kids are outside they wear shoes, ratty underwear and hats. It is a sight to see! Ludmilla informed Edward that we are to bring 3 large boxes of fruit for Kolya’s going away party (we must feed all 120 children, not just his friends). His party will be on the 13th when all of his friends will be present to say goodbye. I will video tape it for the rest of the family. We attended one for the Canadian couple so I know what to expect. This is when Ludmilla suggested handing out the toys/donations to the children.
Another note to adopting families in Denver, Edward has never seen such a going away party in all his years of doing adoptions. Of course, he has never ran into a director like Ludmilla before either! NO ONE wears t-shirts over here, which is what I brought Ksenyia and Ludmilla; pretty embroidered Colorado t-shirts. I also brought them a Starbucks gift baskets and don’t feel that was adequate either. I suggest unique necklaces, braclets (Ludmilla has a very thick wrists) or wait until you get here and buy them alcohol and chocolates. No kidding, a bottle of champagne and chocolates will do the trick. The chocolates over here are to die for and every grocery store has aisles and aisles of them. Trinkets or things you must dust are VERY popular here. Think 1960’s decorating and you’ve got it. Today I went to buy a broom and dust pan because this lady’s “vacuum cleaner” over heats every 5 minutes. It took me 2 hours to vacuum the kitchen and it still was not clean! I also bought a mop. She must get on her hands and knees to clean the apartment. I’ll spring for a $5 mop!
The kids only go to school (no kidding) for 3-4 hours then come back eat lunch at the orphanage then nap, no matter what their age is! I know it is hard to believe even though both Jessica and Jennifer told us. I can’t imagine how they get to sleep at night!
Kolya had looked tired yesterday when we were playing with him and when we asked him if he was tired, he immediately said “No!” Today we were told he had a temperature last night but not this morning. He ate lunch and went down for his nap (one of his last naps as an 11 y/o). We brought our new pirated Ukrainian DVD’s to the orphanage and watched WALL-E in the waiting room once Kolya was up. Ludmilla gave us permission to bring our children into the building just this once (what a gal!). We all laughed at the movie even though 4 of us didn’t understand what they were saying. It was just good to know Kolya is finally ours for the keeping!
Today we became Kolya’s official parents as proclaimed by the court system. We got the “best judge in the city.” Everything is the very best in the city. Our driver is the best fisherman! He is the best driver (HA!). This is the best country! You get the gist. Now there is a 10 day waiting period and when I asked Edward the reason for the 10 day wait, he did not know why and stated no one knows why. He said that 2 years ago the judges would regularly waive the wait period citing the child needed to go back to school, or there were special circumstances. They can no longer do this.
The witnesses at our hearing looked bored. The prosecutor was 5 minutes late so the judge started without him. We answered 3 basic questions; Why do we want to adopt? Why do we want to adopt this child? And with I have the energy to raise another child? That’s it (a side note: We were going to tell the judge we needed one more child to clean our toilets. We have 4 bathrooms and only 2 kids to clean them. We need more helpers. The Matthews advised us against this option; probably for the best) They walk out of the room for 1-2 minutes, come back in and declare us the new parents. It took all of 15-20 minutes total. Edward was amazed. He says he has had to spend 3-5 hours in a court room before. My feet would have died of suffocation in the high heels I was wearing! Plus it was not air-conditioned and it is hot today!
We returned to the orphanage to talk with the doctor about Kolya’s medical history. The doctor has no record of his medical history prior to him coming to the orphanage at 6 y/o. His right foot was burned before he entered the orphanage. There was a note in his medical history that said he was burned with hot tea water. This seems to happen often over here as their kitchens are very unsafe for children. Our interpreter, Edward, his one year old daughter recently pulled down an entire pot of boiling water onto her face, arm and back. She is still recovering.
I learned they have an immunization for TB, this explains why all the Ukrainian children come up positive in the US when they get the blister test. Kolya has had an encephalogram (brain scan) and an ultrasound of his heart and of his thyroid all because his thyroid is larger than normal. The doctor, of course, cannot tell us why but speculates it could be from the pollution in Mariupol or from Chernobyl. (Okay, whatever!) He is normal for his height and weight and otherwise healthy. (Yea, we’ll see when we return to the US!) He definitely has some sort of skin condition. I am guessing eczema along with zillions of bug bites from the beach. Kolya’s father was Greek (hence Katsy) and his mother was Ukrainian. He was born here in Mariupol. I got that much because I am a nurse and recognized some of the test results.
We then were called into Ludmilla’s office where she did exactly what we expected. Gave us the bank account for the orphanage and asked us to deposit $100-150 each year earmarked for something particular such as toys, medicine or clothes. (I figure we are good for the next 8-10 years, what do you think?) Then she requested that Kolya call the orphanage once a week for awhile to talk with his friends as well as Ludmilla so she can make sure he is happy. Ludmilla pointed out that Liubov has never checked in. (I kept my mouth closed like a good girl so I could get out of there in one piece.) I informed her that Jessica just had a baby girl and Liubov is very happy. I also informed her that Jen is due on the 8th with a baby boy and Albert is also very happy. She was very happy to hear these updates. Now we are all happy. Ludmilla then went on to tell us there is 120 children in this orphanage most which cannot be adopted. Either they are too sick or they have family that is hanging on, visiting or the family member is in jail. If you are in prison in Ukraine and have a child in an orphanage, you get special privileges.
Ludmilla promised us a tour of the orphanage, but to my dismay we only got to see the boys dorms and the girls dorms. I wanted to see where all the younger children stayed. I see the infants up to 2 year-olds outside and can hear them cry when we are on the playground. If I am to donate money I want to see their living conditions. When the younger kids are outside they wear shoes, ratty underwear and hats. It is a sight to see! Ludmilla informed Edward that we are to bring 3 large boxes of fruit for Kolya’s going away party (we must feed all 120 children, not just his friends). His party will be on the 13th when all of his friends will be present to say goodbye. I will video tape it for the rest of the family. We attended one for the Canadian couple so I know what to expect. This is when Ludmilla suggested handing out the toys/donations to the children.
Another note to adopting families in Denver, Edward has never seen such a going away party in all his years of doing adoptions. Of course, he has never ran into a director like Ludmilla before either! NO ONE wears t-shirts over here, which is what I brought Ksenyia and Ludmilla; pretty embroidered Colorado t-shirts. I also brought them a Starbucks gift baskets and don’t feel that was adequate either. I suggest unique necklaces, braclets (Ludmilla has a very thick wrists) or wait until you get here and buy them alcohol and chocolates. No kidding, a bottle of champagne and chocolates will do the trick. The chocolates over here are to die for and every grocery store has aisles and aisles of them. Trinkets or things you must dust are VERY popular here. Think 1960’s decorating and you’ve got it. Today I went to buy a broom and dust pan because this lady’s “vacuum cleaner” over heats every 5 minutes. It took me 2 hours to vacuum the kitchen and it still was not clean! I also bought a mop. She must get on her hands and knees to clean the apartment. I’ll spring for a $5 mop!
The kids only go to school (no kidding) for 3-4 hours then come back eat lunch at the orphanage then nap, no matter what their age is! I know it is hard to believe even though both Jessica and Jennifer told us. I can’t imagine how they get to sleep at night!
Kolya had looked tired yesterday when we were playing with him and when we asked him if he was tired, he immediately said “No!” Today we were told he had a temperature last night but not this morning. He ate lunch and went down for his nap (one of his last naps as an 11 y/o). We brought our new pirated Ukrainian DVD’s to the orphanage and watched WALL-E in the waiting room once Kolya was up. Ludmilla gave us permission to bring our children into the building just this once (what a gal!). We all laughed at the movie even though 4 of us didn’t understand what they were saying. It was just good to know Kolya is finally ours for the keeping!
Sunday, August 3, 2008
The weekend in Mariupol
For ease of reference, here is the link to our photos. We have posted a few new ones up:
http://s274.photobucket.com/albums/jj262/jhickman13/AdoptionAdventure/?albumview=grid
After we left the internet club yesterday, we stopped at a store and bought more minutes for the cell phone. We had not been able to call Edward, our facilitator, for a few days. We had been able to call the Matthews however. It took Joe some time to figure out what was going on (he’s slow that way). When we bought the phone in Kiev, we were with the Matthews and Andrew, our interpreter there. He had bought us a plan which gave us free minutes between us, the Matthews, Andrew, Valentine (I think), but not with Edward. They came pre-loaded with some minutes which must have been used up. It is easy to buy more minutes for the phone. Many places sell the cards. Our phone uses a plan called “life.” You just go into the store and ask for “life 25,” or “life 50”, etc. The number is the cost in Grivnas. I’m not sure how that translates into minutes. Once you buy the card, you scratch off an area on the back of the card and reveal a number. You have to enter the number into your phone to apply the minutes. Joe got a quick run-down of the instructions from Edward on Friday (we let Edward off the hook for the weekend, feeling he needed a break from Americans for a couple of days). Joe attempted to enter the numbers and received constant “operation failed” messages, without an explanation of why it failed (those darn programmers; couldn’t they create a better message). Then Graham took over. He also got the error message. So much for teenage tech savvy (hey, you just read off numbers and I put them in, you didn’t tell me there was MORE). It did not help that the only instructions were in Russian. An idea struck Joe (he has so few, they usually hurt him when they hit). We have a new son that is quite fluent in Russian. Perhaps he could help.
We arrived at the orphanage. It is bath day again. After waiting about 15 minutes and wondering where in the world Kolya was, he emerged with wet hair and minus 8 layers of dirt (out of 13 total). As we waited outside the orphanage for Kolya to come down, Joe noticed that the security guard was the rather amiable one. So he approached the guard and in his best Russian asked “Can you play English?” (at least he is getting closer; the last time he asked someone if they were the queen of England). When the guard laughed and said neem noga (the rough pronounciation for the Russian “a little”), Joe knew we were in business. He pulled out the phone and the card. The guard went back inside, fetched his glasses, read the back of the card, and nodded. He then proceeded to show Joe what to do. Ah, there was one step he missed. So for those of you who will be traveling over here, I give the steps to add minutes to the phone (note, this applies to the life plan).
1) Buy the card from any store.
2) Scratch off the shiny area on the back. (Wendy was the first one to find the shiny spot. Go figure.)
3) In the instruction area on the back of the card, you will see something like this *111* (the 3 numbers may be different on different cards)
4) On your phone, enter the numbers you see above with the * sign plus the numbers you see in the scratched off area (there are spaces in the numbers, but you do not enter those; that’s for readability). So on my phone, I entered *111*27524437059818#, then I hit the call button.
5) After several seconds, you should get a message in Russian, and not an Operation Failed message. You’re good to go.
After getting the phone minutes set up, we proceeded to play our usual games of Frisbee and the orphans’ version of volleyball over a line of pennants that someone has placed just for this game (Joe remembers this from his elementary school days as being called newcome; and no it was not played over a dinosaur tail). The object is to hurl the ball with your hands over the line hoping the other person/team will drop it. Strategy includes slam dunking, dropping it lightly over the line or hurling it at the other persons face. Kolya does a “wacky” dance sometimes before throwing it across the line. We then play some soccer as his regular shoes are soccer cleats.
We taught him the card game of Concentration for those of you who are old enough to remember the TV show, Memory for those of you without crow’s feet next to your eyes.
Kolya tries to get us to pick the wrong matching card by pointing at the wrong card while looking very innocent. When we choose the wrong one he laughs hysterically. We let him get away with that maybe once.
After about 1 ½ hours we all get tired and sit around staring at each other. Then Graham and Kolya start wrestling or picking on each other. We are trying to get him to speak English. Graham hit upon a great motivation for Kolya. He is trying to get Kolya to say “I want 25 kopyicks (kopyick is their equivalent of cents).” If Kolya says it, then Graham gives him (reluctantly and at the urging of his parents), the money. Great Graham, the first English you have taught him is to beg for money. At least he is calling Wendy Mom, and Joe is Papa.
He loves to draw and brings down his book full of pictures he is working on and at first we believed he was tracing the pictures from other coloring books but as we were sitting on the bench outside yesterday afternoon, he began to draw in the dirt. Puzzled at first as to what he was doing, the kids quickly recognized that he had drawn Spongebob Squarepants. We’re thinking he may be very talented. That would be a first for our family as none of us have any real talent for the arts. Well, Joe and Graham can both draw excellent stick figures, but other than that, we’re hopeless.
We are writing this on Sunday morning. We expect to have nothing exciting happen to us today. We will see if the internet club is open, and then perhaps check out the street market. We will visit Kolya around 2pm and then have a quiet evening watching the sappy chick flicks Wendy brought along (or not).
Tomorrow (Monday, Aug 4) is court. Edward will pick us up at 9am and head to the train station to pick up one document from Valentin in Kyiv and then we pick up the representative from the orphanage and the representative from the inspector’s office (Wendy asked if we have to pick up the judge as well). It’s almost here!!!
http://s274.photobucket.com/albums/jj262/jhickman13/AdoptionAdventure/?albumview=grid
After we left the internet club yesterday, we stopped at a store and bought more minutes for the cell phone. We had not been able to call Edward, our facilitator, for a few days. We had been able to call the Matthews however. It took Joe some time to figure out what was going on (he’s slow that way). When we bought the phone in Kiev, we were with the Matthews and Andrew, our interpreter there. He had bought us a plan which gave us free minutes between us, the Matthews, Andrew, Valentine (I think), but not with Edward. They came pre-loaded with some minutes which must have been used up. It is easy to buy more minutes for the phone. Many places sell the cards. Our phone uses a plan called “life.” You just go into the store and ask for “life 25,” or “life 50”, etc. The number is the cost in Grivnas. I’m not sure how that translates into minutes. Once you buy the card, you scratch off an area on the back of the card and reveal a number. You have to enter the number into your phone to apply the minutes. Joe got a quick run-down of the instructions from Edward on Friday (we let Edward off the hook for the weekend, feeling he needed a break from Americans for a couple of days). Joe attempted to enter the numbers and received constant “operation failed” messages, without an explanation of why it failed (those darn programmers; couldn’t they create a better message). Then Graham took over. He also got the error message. So much for teenage tech savvy (hey, you just read off numbers and I put them in, you didn’t tell me there was MORE). It did not help that the only instructions were in Russian. An idea struck Joe (he has so few, they usually hurt him when they hit). We have a new son that is quite fluent in Russian. Perhaps he could help.
We arrived at the orphanage. It is bath day again. After waiting about 15 minutes and wondering where in the world Kolya was, he emerged with wet hair and minus 8 layers of dirt (out of 13 total). As we waited outside the orphanage for Kolya to come down, Joe noticed that the security guard was the rather amiable one. So he approached the guard and in his best Russian asked “Can you play English?” (at least he is getting closer; the last time he asked someone if they were the queen of England). When the guard laughed and said neem noga (the rough pronounciation for the Russian “a little”), Joe knew we were in business. He pulled out the phone and the card. The guard went back inside, fetched his glasses, read the back of the card, and nodded. He then proceeded to show Joe what to do. Ah, there was one step he missed. So for those of you who will be traveling over here, I give the steps to add minutes to the phone (note, this applies to the life plan).
1) Buy the card from any store.
2) Scratch off the shiny area on the back. (Wendy was the first one to find the shiny spot. Go figure.)
3) In the instruction area on the back of the card, you will see something like this *111* (the 3 numbers may be different on different cards)
4) On your phone, enter the numbers you see above with the * sign plus the numbers you see in the scratched off area (there are spaces in the numbers, but you do not enter those; that’s for readability). So on my phone, I entered *111*27524437059818#, then I hit the call button.
5) After several seconds, you should get a message in Russian, and not an Operation Failed message. You’re good to go.
After getting the phone minutes set up, we proceeded to play our usual games of Frisbee and the orphans’ version of volleyball over a line of pennants that someone has placed just for this game (Joe remembers this from his elementary school days as being called newcome; and no it was not played over a dinosaur tail). The object is to hurl the ball with your hands over the line hoping the other person/team will drop it. Strategy includes slam dunking, dropping it lightly over the line or hurling it at the other persons face. Kolya does a “wacky” dance sometimes before throwing it across the line. We then play some soccer as his regular shoes are soccer cleats.
We taught him the card game of Concentration for those of you who are old enough to remember the TV show, Memory for those of you without crow’s feet next to your eyes.
Kolya tries to get us to pick the wrong matching card by pointing at the wrong card while looking very innocent. When we choose the wrong one he laughs hysterically. We let him get away with that maybe once.
After about 1 ½ hours we all get tired and sit around staring at each other. Then Graham and Kolya start wrestling or picking on each other. We are trying to get him to speak English. Graham hit upon a great motivation for Kolya. He is trying to get Kolya to say “I want 25 kopyicks (kopyick is their equivalent of cents).” If Kolya says it, then Graham gives him (reluctantly and at the urging of his parents), the money. Great Graham, the first English you have taught him is to beg for money. At least he is calling Wendy Mom, and Joe is Papa.
He loves to draw and brings down his book full of pictures he is working on and at first we believed he was tracing the pictures from other coloring books but as we were sitting on the bench outside yesterday afternoon, he began to draw in the dirt. Puzzled at first as to what he was doing, the kids quickly recognized that he had drawn Spongebob Squarepants. We’re thinking he may be very talented. That would be a first for our family as none of us have any real talent for the arts. Well, Joe and Graham can both draw excellent stick figures, but other than that, we’re hopeless.
We are writing this on Sunday morning. We expect to have nothing exciting happen to us today. We will see if the internet club is open, and then perhaps check out the street market. We will visit Kolya around 2pm and then have a quiet evening watching the sappy chick flicks Wendy brought along (or not).
Tomorrow (Monday, Aug 4) is court. Edward will pick us up at 9am and head to the train station to pick up one document from Valentin in Kyiv and then we pick up the representative from the orphanage and the representative from the inspector’s office (Wendy asked if we have to pick up the judge as well). It’s almost here!!!
Saturday, August 2, 2008
What I miss about America by Wendy Hickman
1) ICE CUBES. I have converted an egg tray into an ice cube tray, but I am still struggling with how to transport the cubes to restaurants.
2) Garbage disposals.
3) A washer with English instructions.(A cold wash turned into a hot wash and my pink shirt turned into a purple shirt)
4) A dishwasher (although I do have Joe). Elizabeth feels that Ukrainians do not wash their dishes, they just rinse and put away after use. How else to explain the amount of fingerprints on the glasses in the cupboard in our apartments?
5) A maid. Wait, I don’t have that a home either. Oh well, I can dream!
6) My sleep number bed - Although I will admit I have it better than Graham who is sleeping on a pull-out chair on the enclosed porch under the clothesline. It seems everything in these apartments pull out. In a pinch, the toilet will even pull out into a single bed.
7) Clothes dryers. Especially from Graham’s standpoint since we have to stand on his “bed” to hang the clothes. He really doesn’t like this early in the morning.
8) Gluten-free foods at Vitamin Cottage – Graham is missing that so much he is actually starting to eat some real food like cheese. I just want one gluten-free bagel please. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?
9) A stand-up shower. While we have a hand-held shower head, there is no door, or curtain around the bath, so we have to sit in the shower and pretend we are a 2 year old being given a bath by our Mom. Sorry about the visual of Joe sitting in the tub.
10) Our cats. Wait, there are whole colonies of cats here, including a Momma-to-be cat, so maybe we don’t miss our cats so much. I have purchased cat food and feed the cats as we pass them. The orphanage cat, who the kids have named The Dread Pirate Precious because it has one eye, gets most of our food and our lovin’.
11) Ziplock bags
12) Plastic wrap in a box with a serrated edge that cuts the wrap for you and aluminum foil that does not rip when you touch it.
13) Water you can drink out of the tap. Although we do not know for sure that the Mariupol tap water is unsafe, we have not yet convinced Joe to be our guinea pig and try it. Even the locals do not drink the water.
14) Restaurants where we get exactly what we think we are ordering.
15) The words “Excuse me.”
16) No butts, no cuts, no coconuts. (translation: the concept of how to stand in a line and wait your turn. These people would flunk kindergarten).
17) Golf
18) Cards with Kathi and John. We have tried knocking on the doors of our neighbors here in the apartment building with cards, chips, and chocolate martinis, but they just look at us like we are crazy.
19) One front door, not two doors with 5 locks.
20) And last, but definitely not least, people who speak English. That is a given I suppose.
THE END (most probably to be continued)
The above report was done in the apartment. I have just finished reading all of your comments and I thank-you for all of them! We miss home alot! Elizabeth just chants "I want to go home" regularly. She needs your ruby slippers Aunt Mischelle. Too bad we can't find duct tape in the supermarkets. Love the news about Kyles 2 new teeth! Sorry about the rain in K.C. Say good-bye to Sean and I hope his accomadations over there are better than the best here! It appears I will be able to get permanent custody of Kolya on Aug 14th or 15th, then we run around like mad trying to exit the country. The weather is is hot and all of us are sneezing like crazy. It must be the "clean air" tickling our noses. One interesting observation about the people here, they like their air conditioning but are convinced it makes them sick. Could it be the factory pollution or the filth everywhere? No, it must be that cool blessed air.
2) Garbage disposals.
3) A washer with English instructions.(A cold wash turned into a hot wash and my pink shirt turned into a purple shirt)
4) A dishwasher (although I do have Joe). Elizabeth feels that Ukrainians do not wash their dishes, they just rinse and put away after use. How else to explain the amount of fingerprints on the glasses in the cupboard in our apartments?
5) A maid. Wait, I don’t have that a home either. Oh well, I can dream!
6) My sleep number bed - Although I will admit I have it better than Graham who is sleeping on a pull-out chair on the enclosed porch under the clothesline. It seems everything in these apartments pull out. In a pinch, the toilet will even pull out into a single bed.
7) Clothes dryers. Especially from Graham’s standpoint since we have to stand on his “bed” to hang the clothes. He really doesn’t like this early in the morning.
8) Gluten-free foods at Vitamin Cottage – Graham is missing that so much he is actually starting to eat some real food like cheese. I just want one gluten-free bagel please. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?
9) A stand-up shower. While we have a hand-held shower head, there is no door, or curtain around the bath, so we have to sit in the shower and pretend we are a 2 year old being given a bath by our Mom. Sorry about the visual of Joe sitting in the tub.
10) Our cats. Wait, there are whole colonies of cats here, including a Momma-to-be cat, so maybe we don’t miss our cats so much. I have purchased cat food and feed the cats as we pass them. The orphanage cat, who the kids have named The Dread Pirate Precious because it has one eye, gets most of our food and our lovin’.
11) Ziplock bags
12) Plastic wrap in a box with a serrated edge that cuts the wrap for you and aluminum foil that does not rip when you touch it.
13) Water you can drink out of the tap. Although we do not know for sure that the Mariupol tap water is unsafe, we have not yet convinced Joe to be our guinea pig and try it. Even the locals do not drink the water.
14) Restaurants where we get exactly what we think we are ordering.
15) The words “Excuse me.”
16) No butts, no cuts, no coconuts. (translation: the concept of how to stand in a line and wait your turn. These people would flunk kindergarten).
17) Golf
18) Cards with Kathi and John. We have tried knocking on the doors of our neighbors here in the apartment building with cards, chips, and chocolate martinis, but they just look at us like we are crazy.
19) One front door, not two doors with 5 locks.
20) And last, but definitely not least, people who speak English. That is a given I suppose.
THE END (most probably to be continued)
The above report was done in the apartment. I have just finished reading all of your comments and I thank-you for all of them! We miss home alot! Elizabeth just chants "I want to go home" regularly. She needs your ruby slippers Aunt Mischelle. Too bad we can't find duct tape in the supermarkets. Love the news about Kyles 2 new teeth! Sorry about the rain in K.C. Say good-bye to Sean and I hope his accomadations over there are better than the best here! It appears I will be able to get permanent custody of Kolya on Aug 14th or 15th, then we run around like mad trying to exit the country. The weather is is hot and all of us are sneezing like crazy. It must be the "clean air" tickling our noses. One interesting observation about the people here, they like their air conditioning but are convinced it makes them sick. Could it be the factory pollution or the filth everywhere? No, it must be that cool blessed air.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Catching up
This is our catch up blog. When we moved from the old apartment to the new, we lost the easy access to the internet as the old place had a dial-up connection there. With the new place, we have a 15 minute walk up hill to the internet club. Graham and I are here now. Jen and Mike, this is the place you used; did they have the air conditioning on when you where here in Feb, because they have the heat on here now. We also have been to your pizza place and the AMCTOP (in Russian, this is actually pronounced Amstar; it confusd our driver when we kept asking to go to A.M.C. Top).
The Matthews are experiencing more than their share of challenges, but it is theirs to share. We will share some of the fun times we have spent with them here.
Late Wednesday night, Joe wrote up this portion of the blog on our laptop. Wendy reviewed and added her own thoughts Thursday morning.
Wednesday, July 30
I am listening to my wife and my daughter describe leg shaving techniques. This is a clear sign we have spent too much time in too close proximately to each other.
We have moved today to a new flat. You have read in our previous blogs about the previous flat and seen the pictures we have posted. We grew to like the flat, cluttered as it was. The beds were still uncomfortable, but we have been toughened by our stay (although Wendy still has dreams of a comfortable mattress).
The driving force in our move was the distance to the orphanage. The previous flat was about 2 miles from the orphanage. We could have walked, but would have spent 40 minutes each way. In order to visit Kolya twice a day, that would mean 3 hours walking a day. We barely have enough energy to keep up with Kolya as it is. That would kill us. The other alternative would be to continue using our driver. But that costs 70 grivnas an hour. That is about $15 an hour. We basically pay that from the time we are picked up in the morning until the time we are dropped off in the evening.
The new flat is only a 5 minute walk to the orphanage; 10 minutes if the traffic is heavy; an hour if one of us is hit by a Ukrainian driver (by the way, we have discovered that the Ukrainian driver is awarded 50 points for every foreigner they hit, but only 10 points if they hit a fellow Ukrainian). The new flat is very nice inside (and Wendy’s dreams of a comfortable mattress have been met). We first met the owner several days ago and she told us we were the first Americans she had ever met. She is a very lively, fun lady who loves to travel and take long walks in the rain. If anyone knows of an available man, let us know.
Before we left the old flat, though, we had one of life’s classic moments. The owner of the flat had told our translator, Edward, that he wanted 15 minutes of our time before we left the flat to show us Ukrainian hospitality. We packed up in the morning, then visited Kolya until noon. We came back to the flat and waited for our host, joined by the other couple here in Mariupol, Joyce and Dan. He arrived with his 19 year old daughter (loyal readers should note that this is not the daughter he promised to Graham, this one was going to University to become a lawyer).
Before I continue, let me set the scene a bit. Alexander, the owner, is a successful businessman in Mariupol. He has 4 flats in the town. He does not speak English, although he will ask our translator for the English version of a word or two like wife or daughter and pronounce it with pride. And he loves to talk. Fortunately, we had an interpreter.
When Alexander arrived, he did not come empty handed. He arrived with a bottle of cognac and chocolates to share with us. He then bade us all to sit in the living room and proceeded to fill 5 small metal cups with cognac (one for Joe, Wendy, Dan, Edward, and the owner; Joyce does not drink – she is a good girl). He said none for Graham and Elizabeth because they were too young. But he did ask us if it was okay if they had some of his homemade currant wine. We said they could have a little. So he told his daughter to fetch the wine. His daughter disappeared to rummage in a closet we had been scared to open while we were there. She returned with a 5 gallon jug filled to the brim with a thick black liquid. She took it into the kitchen and came back into the living room with a small pitcher of the wine. Alexander then poured a small amount of the wine into 4 of the glasses (one for Graham, Elizabeth, his daughter, and Joyce; so much for being a good girl).
Once the glasses were filled, Alexander then rose to his feet and proposed a toast to us, for the noble thing we were doing in opening our homes and hearts and adopting children from the Ukraine. He also mentioned during the toast that if we had any problems to let him know and they would be … resolved (hmmmm). He also made the offer to Dan and I to join his agricultural import/export business (double hmmmm). After the translation, we clinked our cups and threw down our cognacs. Elizabeth and Alexander’s daughter sipped their glasses of wine, Joyce pretended to sip hers (back to a good girl), and Graham drained his glass (uh, oh).
Alexander then filled our cups with another round of cognac. Graham did not get another round of wine. Joe then rose and toasted the relationship between the United States and Ukraine. We then clinked glasses and drank again.
Then Alexander told us that in Ukrainian tradition, because of the Trinity, you must toast in 3s. So he filled our glasses again (poor Graham, he still had to sit there with an empty glass). Then he rose again and told us that what was his car was our car, his house was our house, his wife was our sister (a Ukrainian joke, feel free to use it at your own toasts). Then we clinked glasses and drank again. After each toast, Alexander would pass around chocolate.
Then he told us of one more Ukrainian tradition which our translator had some difficulty with until Joe recognized what he was trying to say: “one for the road.” Alexander then filled the cups again, this time to brim, effectively emptying the bottle. Joe then rose to his feet and toasted the friendship between our two families and inviting Alexander and his family to come over to Colorado and stay in our condo (much to Wendy’s dismay). In a further show of hospitality, Alexander offered this daughter to Graham, who was now wondering if there were no polygamy laws in the Ukraine. We clinked glasses for the final time and downed what was left of the cognac.
After many handshakes, hugs, photographs, and our own personal jars of homemade currant wine (quite tasty actually, although we are marking the levels to keep Graham honest), we said our farewells to Alexander and his daughter. Graham thinks if he does marry into this family, he will be “connected” as well, just like his father-in-law, if you know what we mean.
After dropping off our bags at the new flat, we still had time before we would be able to see Kolya again, so we went to a restaurant called Dominos. They normally cater to a dinner crowd, but they were open so we went inside. Our first impression was that it would be too expensive, but Edward looked at the menu and found that the prices were reasonable. So we decided to eat there. Joyce and Dan were with us, so the ordering process took quite a bit of time with Edward translating what was on the menu for each of us. The waitress was very patient, helped no doubt by the fact that we were the only ones in the place. After taking our orders and delivering our drinks, the waitress went into the back. We chatted at the able, Joyce being a second Mom to Graham because at 17, he needs several to keep him line. While we were chatting, Joyce noticed a bell shaped object on our table with a button on top. Absently, she tapped her hand on the button as she talked. Then she noticed a noise towards the back of the room every time she tapped. She looked up to see the waitress heading for our table. Quickly, calmly, coolly, Joyce waved her arms while mouthing “No, no, no.” Everyone at the table broke up laughing. Dan discreetly moved the buzzer farm from Joyce’s reach.
The meal was very good. Evidence of that was Graham finished a good portion of his lamb dish. Joe signaled for the check which he and Dan would split. Instead of the check, the waitress brought over a small tray and cup. Edward, translating, explained that the guest would roll two dice and the outcome of the roll would determine the discount applied to the bill. Joe felt lucky so he grabbed the cup, blew on it, shook it up, and rolled a 10. Not a bad discount. Time was running short, so although Joe wanted to stop at the slot machines, we needed to get to the orphanage to see Kolya.
Apparently, the kids have returned to the summer camp. Monday and Tuesday, the kids poured out of the orphanage when we were there visiting. But today, we were joined only by an Italian couple adopting a sibling pair. We had pulled a soccer ball and Frisbee out of the donations when we first arrived, and that has been a large part of what we have done with Kolya during our time together. We will have kick-arounds, or sometimes small matches with the ball. Or we will pull out the Frisbee and Wendy and Joe will relive their college days (at least Joe will, Wendy says she was too busy “studying”).
While the kids were visiting Colorado, Joe started teaching Kolya to juggle. When he left, Kolya had the rudiments down, but had not yet progressed to a 3 ball juggle. The first day we visited with Kolya, he found 3 small rocks and showed us that he could now juggle. The next day, we brought 3 balls and Joe and Kolya have also spent time juggling. We have also determined that Kolya has a heck of an arm and we figure he can make the throw from left field to nail the runner at home without a problem.
Wendy would like to clarify the apartment renting concept for those of you who think we are renting “rental properties.” Oh no. Mariupol has 6 hotels, 3 of which are nice as our driver explained to us. They are $200/night. Therefore, wise and savvy people who have family to bunk with advertise their apartments which are their actual homes. The majority of people here live in apartments. We have not seen many homes/houses. I think I have actually seen 3 total. They inhabit 1 to 2 bedroom apts with a dinky kitchen and a family area. You hang your clothes out on a line outside a window for everyone to enjoy. As we explained before, our first apt here was stuffed to the gills with “stuff.” Piles of clothing everywhere, not one inch was not covered. This new apt is owned by a single 59 y/o very clean, uncluttered lively woman. Yea! I love it because it is decorated in pale pinks and white. The curtains are beautiful lace. The coffee cups are petite and flowery. She removed all of her personal belongings cleaned out the fridge and moved in with someone else. We had mentioned to Edward that she did not own an oven as we found this curious. These people live as we did in our college dorms, with hot plates and plug in pitchers which heat their water. Edward and his wife also do not have an oven. When we arrived yesterday Edward pointed out that she bought us a microwave oven. OMG! I am embarrassed at the lengths these people will go to, to make us happy. We paid her $800 for 16-17 days rental or $50 per night. If it is true the average person in Mariupol makes $100/month, she just won the lottery with us. The one complaint Joe has (besides the all pervasive pink) is that she has a fuzzy cover on the toilet lid, and, guys, we know what that means….yep, you have to hold up the toilet seat.
Thursday, July 31
We are getting into a routine at the new apartment. Joe is up first and heats his water up in the microwave and then puts in a couple scoops of Nescafe. We have seen very few coffee makers in the Ukraine, none of the apartments we have been in had them. All of them do have these electric pitchers which allow you to heat up water (we haven't dared to use them though, years of use has produced quite a build-up). Instant coffee seems to be the order of the day. If you want espresso from a street side vendor, they just give you an extra heaping scoop of instant in a small amount of hot water. Yum! After Joe heats up his coffee, he sits at the kitchen table admiring the view of the Mariupol factories spewing a gray/white cloud into the air. The birds here are a hardy sort. If they fly through the cloud, they stagger a bit, then right themselves and fly on. Joe's normal vacation routine would involve buying a local paper and reading it while drinking his coffee and waiting for the family to wake. He tried that here, but after 30 minutes of staring at the page, he realized that reading Ukrainian (or Russian, whatever kind of paper he bought) was even harder than trying to speak it. So now he contents himself with trying to translate the ingredients on labels using our Russian-English dictionary.
Eventually, the rest of the family rises, one by one. We make some kilbossa and eggs for breakfast and then head over to the orphanage for our morning visit. The kids we saw and played with earlier in the week have all returned to camp, so it is just us along with an Italian couple who are adopting a sibling pair. The orphanage has a few cats, one in particular we have taken a liking to. Elizabeth has named it Precious. Because it only has one eye, the rest of us have taken to calling it The Dread Pirate Precious.
Between noon and 12:30, we have to leave. So we use that time to stop by the store, grab some lunch, and possibly some sleep (those of us who only slept 10 hours need to grab a couple more). About 3pm we head back over to see Kolya again. When we are with him, we generally play soccer or throw the frisbee. We have started pulling out the cards. Graham and Joe are trying to teach him how to play Texas Hold 'em. We are also exchanging card tricks. For an 11 year old, Kolya knows some good ones.
At about 5:15, we head back to the apartment. Thursday night, we pulled out a video of the Marx Brothers' A Night at the Opera. Joe and the kids love the movie; for Wendy it was her first time. She enjoyed it, helped along no doubt by the nips at the jar of the homemade wine.
It is now Friday midday. We had our morning visit with Kolya and are are blogging at lunch.
We do not have any specific plans for the weekend. We can only visit Kolya once a day on Saturday and Sunday.
Monday is the court date. We are waiting anxiously for that day. Time to close. The hour is up at the internet club. We hope everyone in readerland is well. And thanks for the update on the cats.
The Matthews are experiencing more than their share of challenges, but it is theirs to share. We will share some of the fun times we have spent with them here.
Late Wednesday night, Joe wrote up this portion of the blog on our laptop. Wendy reviewed and added her own thoughts Thursday morning.
Wednesday, July 30
I am listening to my wife and my daughter describe leg shaving techniques. This is a clear sign we have spent too much time in too close proximately to each other.
We have moved today to a new flat. You have read in our previous blogs about the previous flat and seen the pictures we have posted. We grew to like the flat, cluttered as it was. The beds were still uncomfortable, but we have been toughened by our stay (although Wendy still has dreams of a comfortable mattress).
The driving force in our move was the distance to the orphanage. The previous flat was about 2 miles from the orphanage. We could have walked, but would have spent 40 minutes each way. In order to visit Kolya twice a day, that would mean 3 hours walking a day. We barely have enough energy to keep up with Kolya as it is. That would kill us. The other alternative would be to continue using our driver. But that costs 70 grivnas an hour. That is about $15 an hour. We basically pay that from the time we are picked up in the morning until the time we are dropped off in the evening.
The new flat is only a 5 minute walk to the orphanage; 10 minutes if the traffic is heavy; an hour if one of us is hit by a Ukrainian driver (by the way, we have discovered that the Ukrainian driver is awarded 50 points for every foreigner they hit, but only 10 points if they hit a fellow Ukrainian). The new flat is very nice inside (and Wendy’s dreams of a comfortable mattress have been met). We first met the owner several days ago and she told us we were the first Americans she had ever met. She is a very lively, fun lady who loves to travel and take long walks in the rain. If anyone knows of an available man, let us know.
Before we left the old flat, though, we had one of life’s classic moments. The owner of the flat had told our translator, Edward, that he wanted 15 minutes of our time before we left the flat to show us Ukrainian hospitality. We packed up in the morning, then visited Kolya until noon. We came back to the flat and waited for our host, joined by the other couple here in Mariupol, Joyce and Dan. He arrived with his 19 year old daughter (loyal readers should note that this is not the daughter he promised to Graham, this one was going to University to become a lawyer).
Before I continue, let me set the scene a bit. Alexander, the owner, is a successful businessman in Mariupol. He has 4 flats in the town. He does not speak English, although he will ask our translator for the English version of a word or two like wife or daughter and pronounce it with pride. And he loves to talk. Fortunately, we had an interpreter.
When Alexander arrived, he did not come empty handed. He arrived with a bottle of cognac and chocolates to share with us. He then bade us all to sit in the living room and proceeded to fill 5 small metal cups with cognac (one for Joe, Wendy, Dan, Edward, and the owner; Joyce does not drink – she is a good girl). He said none for Graham and Elizabeth because they were too young. But he did ask us if it was okay if they had some of his homemade currant wine. We said they could have a little. So he told his daughter to fetch the wine. His daughter disappeared to rummage in a closet we had been scared to open while we were there. She returned with a 5 gallon jug filled to the brim with a thick black liquid. She took it into the kitchen and came back into the living room with a small pitcher of the wine. Alexander then poured a small amount of the wine into 4 of the glasses (one for Graham, Elizabeth, his daughter, and Joyce; so much for being a good girl).
Once the glasses were filled, Alexander then rose to his feet and proposed a toast to us, for the noble thing we were doing in opening our homes and hearts and adopting children from the Ukraine. He also mentioned during the toast that if we had any problems to let him know and they would be … resolved (hmmmm). He also made the offer to Dan and I to join his agricultural import/export business (double hmmmm). After the translation, we clinked our cups and threw down our cognacs. Elizabeth and Alexander’s daughter sipped their glasses of wine, Joyce pretended to sip hers (back to a good girl), and Graham drained his glass (uh, oh).
Alexander then filled our cups with another round of cognac. Graham did not get another round of wine. Joe then rose and toasted the relationship between the United States and Ukraine. We then clinked glasses and drank again.
Then Alexander told us that in Ukrainian tradition, because of the Trinity, you must toast in 3s. So he filled our glasses again (poor Graham, he still had to sit there with an empty glass). Then he rose again and told us that what was his car was our car, his house was our house, his wife was our sister (a Ukrainian joke, feel free to use it at your own toasts). Then we clinked glasses and drank again. After each toast, Alexander would pass around chocolate.
Then he told us of one more Ukrainian tradition which our translator had some difficulty with until Joe recognized what he was trying to say: “one for the road.” Alexander then filled the cups again, this time to brim, effectively emptying the bottle. Joe then rose to his feet and toasted the friendship between our two families and inviting Alexander and his family to come over to Colorado and stay in our condo (much to Wendy’s dismay). In a further show of hospitality, Alexander offered this daughter to Graham, who was now wondering if there were no polygamy laws in the Ukraine. We clinked glasses for the final time and downed what was left of the cognac.
After many handshakes, hugs, photographs, and our own personal jars of homemade currant wine (quite tasty actually, although we are marking the levels to keep Graham honest), we said our farewells to Alexander and his daughter. Graham thinks if he does marry into this family, he will be “connected” as well, just like his father-in-law, if you know what we mean.
After dropping off our bags at the new flat, we still had time before we would be able to see Kolya again, so we went to a restaurant called Dominos. They normally cater to a dinner crowd, but they were open so we went inside. Our first impression was that it would be too expensive, but Edward looked at the menu and found that the prices were reasonable. So we decided to eat there. Joyce and Dan were with us, so the ordering process took quite a bit of time with Edward translating what was on the menu for each of us. The waitress was very patient, helped no doubt by the fact that we were the only ones in the place. After taking our orders and delivering our drinks, the waitress went into the back. We chatted at the able, Joyce being a second Mom to Graham because at 17, he needs several to keep him line. While we were chatting, Joyce noticed a bell shaped object on our table with a button on top. Absently, she tapped her hand on the button as she talked. Then she noticed a noise towards the back of the room every time she tapped. She looked up to see the waitress heading for our table. Quickly, calmly, coolly, Joyce waved her arms while mouthing “No, no, no.” Everyone at the table broke up laughing. Dan discreetly moved the buzzer farm from Joyce’s reach.
The meal was very good. Evidence of that was Graham finished a good portion of his lamb dish. Joe signaled for the check which he and Dan would split. Instead of the check, the waitress brought over a small tray and cup. Edward, translating, explained that the guest would roll two dice and the outcome of the roll would determine the discount applied to the bill. Joe felt lucky so he grabbed the cup, blew on it, shook it up, and rolled a 10. Not a bad discount. Time was running short, so although Joe wanted to stop at the slot machines, we needed to get to the orphanage to see Kolya.
Apparently, the kids have returned to the summer camp. Monday and Tuesday, the kids poured out of the orphanage when we were there visiting. But today, we were joined only by an Italian couple adopting a sibling pair. We had pulled a soccer ball and Frisbee out of the donations when we first arrived, and that has been a large part of what we have done with Kolya during our time together. We will have kick-arounds, or sometimes small matches with the ball. Or we will pull out the Frisbee and Wendy and Joe will relive their college days (at least Joe will, Wendy says she was too busy “studying”).
While the kids were visiting Colorado, Joe started teaching Kolya to juggle. When he left, Kolya had the rudiments down, but had not yet progressed to a 3 ball juggle. The first day we visited with Kolya, he found 3 small rocks and showed us that he could now juggle. The next day, we brought 3 balls and Joe and Kolya have also spent time juggling. We have also determined that Kolya has a heck of an arm and we figure he can make the throw from left field to nail the runner at home without a problem.
Wendy would like to clarify the apartment renting concept for those of you who think we are renting “rental properties.” Oh no. Mariupol has 6 hotels, 3 of which are nice as our driver explained to us. They are $200/night. Therefore, wise and savvy people who have family to bunk with advertise their apartments which are their actual homes. The majority of people here live in apartments. We have not seen many homes/houses. I think I have actually seen 3 total. They inhabit 1 to 2 bedroom apts with a dinky kitchen and a family area. You hang your clothes out on a line outside a window for everyone to enjoy. As we explained before, our first apt here was stuffed to the gills with “stuff.” Piles of clothing everywhere, not one inch was not covered. This new apt is owned by a single 59 y/o very clean, uncluttered lively woman. Yea! I love it because it is decorated in pale pinks and white. The curtains are beautiful lace. The coffee cups are petite and flowery. She removed all of her personal belongings cleaned out the fridge and moved in with someone else. We had mentioned to Edward that she did not own an oven as we found this curious. These people live as we did in our college dorms, with hot plates and plug in pitchers which heat their water. Edward and his wife also do not have an oven. When we arrived yesterday Edward pointed out that she bought us a microwave oven. OMG! I am embarrassed at the lengths these people will go to, to make us happy. We paid her $800 for 16-17 days rental or $50 per night. If it is true the average person in Mariupol makes $100/month, she just won the lottery with us. The one complaint Joe has (besides the all pervasive pink) is that she has a fuzzy cover on the toilet lid, and, guys, we know what that means….yep, you have to hold up the toilet seat.
Thursday, July 31
We are getting into a routine at the new apartment. Joe is up first and heats his water up in the microwave and then puts in a couple scoops of Nescafe. We have seen very few coffee makers in the Ukraine, none of the apartments we have been in had them. All of them do have these electric pitchers which allow you to heat up water (we haven't dared to use them though, years of use has produced quite a build-up). Instant coffee seems to be the order of the day. If you want espresso from a street side vendor, they just give you an extra heaping scoop of instant in a small amount of hot water. Yum! After Joe heats up his coffee, he sits at the kitchen table admiring the view of the Mariupol factories spewing a gray/white cloud into the air. The birds here are a hardy sort. If they fly through the cloud, they stagger a bit, then right themselves and fly on. Joe's normal vacation routine would involve buying a local paper and reading it while drinking his coffee and waiting for the family to wake. He tried that here, but after 30 minutes of staring at the page, he realized that reading Ukrainian (or Russian, whatever kind of paper he bought) was even harder than trying to speak it. So now he contents himself with trying to translate the ingredients on labels using our Russian-English dictionary.
Eventually, the rest of the family rises, one by one. We make some kilbossa and eggs for breakfast and then head over to the orphanage for our morning visit. The kids we saw and played with earlier in the week have all returned to camp, so it is just us along with an Italian couple who are adopting a sibling pair. The orphanage has a few cats, one in particular we have taken a liking to. Elizabeth has named it Precious. Because it only has one eye, the rest of us have taken to calling it The Dread Pirate Precious.
Between noon and 12:30, we have to leave. So we use that time to stop by the store, grab some lunch, and possibly some sleep (those of us who only slept 10 hours need to grab a couple more). About 3pm we head back over to see Kolya again. When we are with him, we generally play soccer or throw the frisbee. We have started pulling out the cards. Graham and Joe are trying to teach him how to play Texas Hold 'em. We are also exchanging card tricks. For an 11 year old, Kolya knows some good ones.
At about 5:15, we head back to the apartment. Thursday night, we pulled out a video of the Marx Brothers' A Night at the Opera. Joe and the kids love the movie; for Wendy it was her first time. She enjoyed it, helped along no doubt by the nips at the jar of the homemade wine.
It is now Friday midday. We had our morning visit with Kolya and are are blogging at lunch.
We do not have any specific plans for the weekend. We can only visit Kolya once a day on Saturday and Sunday.
Monday is the court date. We are waiting anxiously for that day. Time to close. The hour is up at the internet club. We hope everyone in readerland is well. And thanks for the update on the cats.
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