This is my Peace Corps-sponsored project that allows me to raise funds from back home to help the members of my community in Borova, Ukraine

“Give a man a fish, feed him for a day, teach him how to fish, feed him for a lifetime.” This project will help build local capacity and promote long term sustainability. Having such a vital tool as an intercom system will allow for social issues like bullying, human trafficking, and AIDS to be addressed in an effective and timely approach.

Here is the link to contribute to our project:

https://www.peacecorps.gov/index.cfm?shell=donate.contribute.projDetail&projdesc=343-283

Just a week ago (Aug 24), Ukraine celebrated 20 years of independence after the break-up of the Soviet Union.  And thank goodness.  Instead of being surrounded by beautiful women and friendly townsfolk, I could be in the African bush fighting off malaria. Or, I could be in the South Pacific on some tropical island as I imagined Peace Corps service to be, but nevermind that.

Today, the 1st of September, was the beginning of the school year.  Having been asked to show up for the first day of school by one of the teachers, I thought I’d give a token appearance by popping my head in the door to say ‘hi’ and maybe introduce myself.  Silly me.  Of course there was a big celebration to kick off the first day of school. And to my shock, I had to stand front and center for the entire celebration and then address the entire school, with parents and grandparents in attendance.  I spit out a few Russian words, or what sounded like Russian, and then reverted to good old English as I started hearing some chuckles from the peanut gallery.  At least I got some lovely flowers out of the whole deal.

My two regrets so far, not bringing enough gifts from America, and my incompetence in learning Russian.  So far I’ve been to at least seven birthday parties, that I can remember, in just the first two months of my twenty-four month journey.  A care package from the States filled with Americana mementos would come in handy right now (Ahem).   And of all those celebrations I’ve been to, I really can’t say much of what was talked about.  Given that Ukrainians love to laugh and are very entertaining, especially after a few drinks, I can only imagine what I’ve missed out on.

I feel better integrated now that I’ve actually received candy back as my change when buying something at the store.  I thought getting candy instead of Kopecs was just an urban–or in this case, a rural–myth.  I live with a babushka who laid the smackdown on an enterprising soul at the bazaar who took advantage of my generosity.  After going four months without seeing any gummy worms, $20 for 20 gummy worms didn’t seem that expensive.  My babushka thought otherwise and got my money back after several minutes of ‘negotiation.’   The circus came to town and the clown made me perform a funky dance in front of the audience.  I told one person that I didn’t sleep well the night before, and it seems half the town found out about it.  Between the bazaar incident and my forbidden-dance moment, I can only imagine what the locals think of me since I can’t understand anything that’s being said to/of me in the three languages (Russian, Ukrainian, Surzhyk) that are spoken here.  And nearly every conversation seems to include something about me finding a Ukrainian wife and living in Borova for the rest of my life.  Sounds like a pretty good life…