I'm writing from Kiev, Ukraine, 2 days after the flight. Wasn't bad, just 3 hours. Sorry, no Hebrew keyboard in here; I doubt Ivan speaks even the slightest of Hebrew.
I might have had good time here; The view is amazing, Kiev is very beautiful and interesting. I took a lot of beautiful pictures, will upload them when I get back, in a week or so. And yet I don't like being here with Ivan. I mean, he's very kind, as usual; Makes sure I'm comfortable and have everything I need.
But every time I was here, my sister was with me. I've never been here with him alone, which makes us both very uncomfortable and official. He's my dad, and deep down I suppose I'm fond of him, despite the last post I have written. He does enormious efforts to please me; We go to beaches, restaurants, explore Kiev (Or Kyiv, as Ivan insists- "Ukranian loyalty") as much as possible Saint Sophia Cathedral, Pechersk Lavra National Kyiv- Pechersk Historic-Cultural Preserve (Long, isn't it? Ivan bothered teaching me the full name of it), Ukrainian Orthodox Church and so many others. He showed me the sites himself, didn't hire a guide. I thought it was sweet, until I heard that mom warned him that if she hears I don't have a very good time, I'll take the closest flight home. I think my mom is what I miss most.
Generally, everything is well, and yet can't wait to get back.
P.S I don't like Ukrainian. My accent is too Russian. I miss Hebrew, too- even though it's harder for me to speak. Ivan speaks neither of them...
Дo cвидaния!
P.S 2
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