Do you realize how many nights I've spent in Donetsk? I don't know exactly how many, but it's a lot. How many apartments have I stayed in here in Donetsk over the past 14 months? I count four, plus one hotel. I might be blocking out one or two, though. They all kind of look the same after awhile. Boarding the train to Kiev tomorrow afternoon will be a big deal for me; I have built a lot of memories in this city. Some very good, some very bad, and all with strong emotions attached. I am happy to close the lid on this volatile box and not open it for awhile.
How did I spend my last full day in Donetsk? A lot of it was spent confused and in the dark--seems about right, eh? I already posted about our excursion to Makeevka. Later in the day, Sasha guided me though some errands we needed to run. Having him by my side in Donetsk is laughably different than having Eli and Isaac with me last year. Sasha knows. That sums it up perfectly: just, Sasha knows. Eventually we ended up at a photography studio with Anya and Den. They were having family photographs taken (with their sweet dog), and they wanted Sasha and me to be a part of it. I know: awwwww. Yes, they are awesome. Afterwards we hunted down some Georgian street food (why can't we have that in Tulsa?), then went to see The Hobbit. Dubbed in Ukrainian. Yeah. I know nothing of the story, so watching the movie, in 3-D no less, was quite a trip. Icing on the cake to my wild, wacky, unforgettable experience here in Donetsk, Ukraine.
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