The hour divide connecting East and West, and a на встречи to the skies of Украина.

It's intensely messed up to take close to an hour of sleep following a few beers and watching the Netherlands trample Ukraine in the low level smething something футбол, European that is, match, and then break out to Boristopol aeroport to take to the skies out of the one terminal for international flights. The flight took out at 6, приземлились in Amsterdam at 10 something in the Netherlands time zone, then out to an 8 hour flight in a fucking topplingly great transatlantic plane to come down into the Cities at 11.20 Minneapolis time. Some 12 fucking hours and it was still morning.
I'll tap in some shit on Chernobyl, Metro station Cold War weekly dealings, hackey sacking oranges in the Сільно market, and the British accents of Ukrainian Russian speakers shredding through some attempts in English. Precluding all of that shit is the full reimmersion into the unspeakable experience of Western residential infrastructure. За Україну!