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Some thoughts far from Greece

Never stop: dream, work, take a rest, play with kids, meet friends, stay alone, travel, keep going. I came back to my home country for a few weeks. I have not seen the sun for two weeks already, and Kyiv is so dark, and the days are so short. My dear little friend Leo, 5 years old, asks me after his siesta, if it is already night or just evening…

When I am alone here, this dull sentiment of sorrow comes so close. These moments I think Paris is the best place to escape the so called negative emotions, because you work all the time, and there’s no leisure. Kyiv is wonderful because you see here people dear to you. Greece is different: your doing nothing is full of sun, you are different emotionally and physically, you stay with nature, in the real, your attention in turned into the real, instead of the continuous escapades from it into the digital.

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Routine of the creativity

How to write? Not at home. There’s always obstacles to work. Your room-mate, yourself… So you escape to the most noisy cafe in the city, with loud music, and suddenly you become the best writer and the most efficient researcher.

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A lifetime ago – 1

There was the Analog before the Digital era. And there was our Crimea before the russians’ invasion.

Here’s me in Tauris at the very beginning of the XXI century.

Cape Aja, a unique, sublime rocky place. And deadly, because the rocks fall from time to time and sometimes crazy people staying in tents there under the rocks die. Aja Cape is on the shores of the Pontus Euxinus. Closed territory since 2014, exactly as it was during the soviet period.

Yes, we did all this way up… We still do it sometimes, but not in the Crimea. In Greece.

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Eleven turtles of the Aegean

By the shores of a pretty little island that we call Yste, an island bathing in the waters of the Aegean, there were many sea turtles this summer. One just had to be a quiet swimmer or even an attentive walker.

They were eleven. Early in the morning, we went to the seaside. Early in the morning, the sea was calm, it was like a mirror, and if you looked all around you paying special attention to the blue and turquoise surface of the waters, you could see something.

You suddenly noticed a small head in the water, it looked like a very small human head, but while you tried to understand what was going on, the head felt that someone was watching it and disappeared… in order to appear a little further and a little bit later.

They were all different, slow and fast at the same time, curious and cautious, green or like sand, brown or nearly black. The turtle shells were incrusted with shells, forming always a new design. Followed by an escort of gray and green little fishes, the turtles were at grass, searching food in the rocks, at the bottom of the sea and on its surface.

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