Exploring Ukraine

Ukraine? In winter? I think I spent two months explaining to everyone who heard about it just why I was going to Ukraine on vacation over the holidays. But I had a good reason. My wife Kathleen is stationed there as a Peace Corps Response Volunteer. Peace Corps Response recruits experienced professionals with specific technical skills to provide short term (6mos – 1 year) support to a community in need. Kathleen left for Ukraine in early September last year and is completing a nine month project at the Ternopil Regional Center on Education and Rehabilitation, a school for children with disabilities. She provides capacity building support to the school administrators and training to enhance the skills of the teachers. Of course, she also spends a lot of time with the children who attend school, many of whom live there during the week and travel home to their families in remote villages around the region on the weekend.

Amsterdam Street Art

I knew going in this trip would be one of the most disorienting travel experiences I’d had to date. There were significant language challenges (including the алфавіт …er, alphabet), a wildly unfamiliar culture, and a very different standard of living (squat toilets anyone?). Nevertheless, I flew out on Christmas Day feeling less prepared than I ever have for a trip. Fortunately I had a 7-hour layover in Amsterdam, a city I’d visited before. I spent a quiet day exploring the town and slowly adjusting to an environment where I couldn’t read most of the signs or speak the language. However, nothing really prepares you for the post-Soviet experience of Ukraine. I arrived in Kiev (“Kyiv” to the locals) late in the evening, following the crowd and searching for signs in English that would guide me toward the exit. I cleared customs and immigration without a problem, carrying all sorts of ‘exotic’ items for Kathleen and other volunteers, such as Sriracha chili sauce and cheddar cheese. Fortunately no one seemed too interested in my luggage.

Lviv Train Station

Airports are always hectic, and this one was no exception, even late at night. As I made my way outside I was inundated by cab drivers offering “clean car, very comfortable, very fast” in their limited English (prices quoted in Ukrainian), each one vying to land a paying customer. I worked my way through the crowd, and after a short wait happily found Kathleen and her friend Nataliya, who was kind enough to come along and help us navigate Kiev. We had just enough time for a car ride to the city center and a quick sandwich at the train station before hopping a night train for Ternopil, where Kathleen lives. Walking onto the train platform was like stepping into an old Cold War movie – one bare light bulb lighting the platform, and a train that had to be nearly as old as I am. We found our car and I climbed aboard, feeling well out of my element. We had space reserved in ‘second class’ which was a 4-bunk compartment, and already occupied by one person trying to sleep. We made up our beds as quietly as we could, and I hauled myself up to the top bunk, trying not to step on the person below, where I quickly fell asleep after 28 hours in transit.

Ternopil Street Vendors

The train conductor was supposed to wake us up half an hour before we arrived in Ternopil, but had fallen asleep himself, so we scrambled to pull our things together as the train approached our station. We arrived to a cold and snowy platform about 2:00 am on Sunday, caught a taxi to Kathleen’s apartment (with help from Nataliya), and thankfully were able to get a few more hours sleep before venturing out into town. Ternopil is a proper city of about 200,000 people, located in the western part of Ukraine. While many Peace Corps volunteers are placed in rural villages with far fewer creature comforts, Kathleen was lucky enough to be given a post with easy access to coffee shops, public transportation, and Wi-Fi. However, it’s not a city like any you find in the US, as evidenced by the string of old women selling raw chickens and homemade yoghurt on the streets around the city center. The city is surrounded by a seemingly endless stretch of large concrete apartment buildings built in the Soviet era, each in its own individual state of decay. Drinking water is purchased at a local filling station located near each apartment complex or from one of the many small shops that line the main streets. People walk with their heads down, carefully watching the broken sidewalks and side-stepping the worst of the debris.

We explored the local bazaar, a large open-air market where you can buy everything from fresh produce to tools to kittens to underwear. Even washing machines! I got a taste of Ukrainian culture when Kathleen explained that she needed help buying a new shower head for her apartment. Shopping at the bazaar by herself was challenging because in addition to not knowing the language well, the male vendors often ignored her, especially in the hardware section of the bazaar. Gender issues are still very evident there. Afterwards, while we waited for our lunch to arrive – a traditional Ukrainian lunch of borscht and varenyky (beet soup and potato dumplings), Kathleen did her best to teach me essential survival words in Ukrainian (please, thank you, yes, no, hello, etc.). For the next two weeks I would sound like a broken record, repeating thank you (“dya-ku-yu”) over and over as people were gracious and kind in helping me navigate in unfamiliar territory.

Kathleen & Friends at the school Christmas program

Monday and Tuesday were work days for Kathleen, so I tagged along and had a chance to meet her co-workers and many of the children. The school was winding down for the holidays, so both days were filled with Christmas programs; elementary-age children one day and the older kids the next. The Christmas programs would be familiar to any proud parent, with singing, dancing, and adorable costumes. The young children ended their program with a wonderful rendition of “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” in English just for us, beaming with pride as they sang. It was incredibly touching, and highlights the generosity of spirit of every person at the school.

The holiday season in Ukraine seems to go on for ages. Ukraine is dominated by two primary religions – Ukrainian Greek Catholic and Ukrainian Christian Orthodox. As each follows a different calendar, Christmas is celebrated both on December 25th (Catholic celebration) and January 7th (Orthodox celebration). In addition, New Year’s is celebrated much like Christmas is in the US, with a decorated tree and gifts and family gatherings. There is also Orthodox New Year or “Old New Year”, and Epiphany and several other days of celebration thrown in for good measure. January feels like an endless party in Ukraine. To celebrate the traditional New Year’s Eve on December 31st, we headed west to the city of Lviv, where we rendezvoused with three other Peace Corps volunteers.

Lviv is a beautiful old city, just two hours from the border with Poland and a popular tourist destination for Eastern Europeans. It was quite crowded for the New Year, so we fought our way through the crowds as we explored the Christmas Markets, sipping warm spiced wine and bartering for trinkets from the local sellers. We also relished a whole new range of foods, including dishes from Georgia and Uzbekistan.

We returned to Ternopil in time for the Orthodox Christmas holiday, since we had been invited to a traditional Christmas Eve with Kathleen’s friend Nataliya and her extended family. Nataliya is a very generous woman and in addition to us, she invited another woman who recently came to Ternopil as an IDP – an Internally Displaced Person who had recently lost her husband to fighting in the east and had to flee her home village as a result of the ongoing conflict. Nataliya volunteers in her free time to teach Ukrainian to Russian-speaking IDPs who have come to Ternopil so that they are better integrated in the local community and have higher prospects for employment.

The meal for the celebration consisted of 12 meatless dishes, one for each month of the year. While dishes can vary from table to table, nearly all Christmas meals in Ukraine begin with Kutia, a lightly sweetened cold soup made with wheat berries and poppy seeds. This was followed by homemade dumplings filled with cabbage and onions, pickled beets with horseradish, pickled mushrooms, dried fruit compote, various warm vegetable dishes, cold salads, and several varieties of herring. It was quite a culinary adventure! The meal was broken up by frequent rounds of toasts led by Nataliya’s father, the family patriarch. As the only other adult male at the table, it fell to me to drink shots of homemade brandy with him, while most of the other guests sipped wine. It is considered impolite to drink only half of the pour, so I dutifully knocked them back in a single swallow focusing on the warm glow in my belly rather than the burn at the back of my throat. I stopped counting after my eighth shot, although my drinking partner showed no signs of slowing down. As the evening wound down, Nataliya’s father brought out his guitar and played traditional Ukrainian Christmas and folk songs while everyone joined in. It was such a heartfelt and welcoming celebration, and we left that evening full to the brim of generosity and good food (and a container of dessert, which we were too full to finish). It definitely reminded me of the traveling and home stays I enjoyed with Leadership Wisconsin.

St. Michael's Cathedral, Kiev

On Orthodox Christmas Day we took the train back to Kiev to spend a few days exploring the city before I flew for home. Kiev is the capital of Ukraine and has a much more modern feel to it. However, being located closer to the east, it was also full of reminders that Ukraine is a country still very much at war. There were soldiers everywhere – many on holiday leave, but just as many on patrol, and others begging on the street, having been injured in the war. We saw multiple memorials to the fallen, both military and civilian. We visited Maidan Square in central Kiev, the site of protests and violent clashes in 2013-2014 when the Ukrainian government was brought down by protesters.

Exploring Kiev was a treat for Kathleen as well. She had previously been prohibited by the Peace Corps from traveling to Kiev because of political instability and ongoing security concerns. Prior to the war with Russia, Ukraine had been home to more than 200 Peace Corps volunteers, all of whom were evacuated in early 2014 at the height of the conflict. Kathleen was part of the early returning volunteers in 2015, but the Peace Corps is still very careful about protecting volunteers and has restricted travel to the eastern half of the country. Thankfully things had settled down enough that the prohibition on travel to Kiev had been lifted just before my arrival, and we were able to visit the ancient churches and museums and stroll through the many city parks of the city.

We had a great time exploring new places and playing “tourist” while I was in Ukraine. But the best part of the trip was, of course, spending time with Kathleen and being able to share in her experience. She left her position as a tenured professor in the UW system and decided to spend a year volunteering with the Peace Corps before finding a ‘regular’ job again. She says it is scary to give up the comforts and security of home, but that the benefits far outweigh the costs. And seeing the looks on the children’s faces when she walks into school is proof enough that there are more important things in this world than comfort.

Cathedral in Ternopil

It was wonderful to get a chance to dip my toe into regular, day-to-day life in Ukraine. People are incredibly welcoming and generous. The kids at school light up and high-five Kathleen, eagerly playing with her even when they don’t share a language. Families open up their homes and welcome visitors as if they are old friends. Everywhere we went we saw people sharing everything they have, no matter how meager their means. The average school teacher in Ukraine earns just $150 US per month, which is barely enough to pay the rent. Still, there is a level of hospitality and caring that makes them seem far richer than those with an excess of material goods.

Ukraine is a country wracked by poverty and political strife, but it is also filled with people working hard to change that. One of these people is Kathleen’s colleague and mentor, Bohdan Yarema, who volunteers his time to support community development projects and promote youth leadership through international exchange. In fact, he visited Wisconsin in 2014 as part of leadership delegation to share ideas and talk about social justice. Peace Corps-Ukraine and organizations like Open World are making a difference in Ukraine and elsewhere, one visit at a time. Even a country struggling with war and poverty recognizes that the way forward requires an investment in the country’s future leaders. We as a society would do well to learn from their example.

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Smear the “Other”

fightHad a flashback to grade school today.

I was probably in 3rd or 4th grade. We were on the playground for recess. We started to play a game. I don’t remember us giving it a name. Maybe my memory fails me, maybe I’m just blocking it. If we did give it a name, that name was surely “Smear the Queer”. You know the game – you were a kid once. The leaders of the gang would call out someone’s name, and the mob would chase them, and of course the mob would catch them, because a mob does. They were pushed down, roughed up. As I recall (maybe I’m blocking), no one was really hurt. Their feelings were hurt, definitely. I do remember tears. And then they’d leave the playground, and a new name was shouted, and the whole thing repeated.

I joined in. I was part of the mob. It felt good. I was a nerdy little kid, painfully shy, and almost always on the outside of things. I certainly wasn’t one of the “cool” kids. But this time I was. I remember it feeling good, being part of the mob. Powerful. On top.

And then a light bulb went on in my little head. I realized that every time the mob was done with one person, there were tears, and then that person left the playground. The mob turned to someone else. We were not a big group (I grew up in a very small town). I figured out that my number was coming up. Once you’ve got a mob, you have to have a target. Even at that young age, I had a pretty well-developed sense of self-preservation. Being the nerdy shy kid, you have to develop those skills. So I left the playground, before the target was me.

Fast forward nearly 40 years, and I’m watching the exact same game play out in a freaking Presidential race. Trump’s recent announcement that he would bar Muslims from entering the U.S. and maybe, just maybe, consider internment is just the latest asinine idea to come out of his mouth. From mention of “rapists and murders” from south of the border, to Obama birtherism, Trump’s is a campaign built entirely on fear of “the other.”

But we shouldn’t make the mistake of thinking this is a Trump problem. This problem spans virtually all the leading contenders for the Republican presidential nomination. Whether it’s Ben Carson suggesting that every visitor to this country be “monitored”, or Ted Cruz submitting a bill that makes it legal for states to turn away refugees, the entire party leadership is catering to this hatred. A recent poll showed that 76% (!!!) of Republicans believe we’re allowing too many Middle Easterners to legally immigrate (Democrats come in at a still-worrying 39%). I’d truly be amazed if 10% of those people could accurately report just how many immigrants we allow. So maybe it’s a safe bet – maybe a fearful mob is the most powerful force in American politics.

Most telling, I think, is the reaction of other Republican leaders to Trump’s outrageous plan to bar Muslims from our country. Nearly across the board, rejections of Trump were boilerplate and fairly moderate, considering the extremism of the suggestion. Wisconsin’s own Paul Ryan, House Speaker, denounced Trump nicely by saying “This is not conservatism.” But is he right about that? If the majority of people in your party are supporting candidates that espouse similar views, is that not what your party is made of? Ryan went on to say that he would, of course, support his party’s nominee for President. He knows full well that Trump may be the nominee, and he’ll continue to support him even if he continues with this vile suggestion? So really? “This is not conservatism?” Does party loyalty rule all?

I am sad for my country. I am sad that so many people in this country are so overcome with fear that they’re willing to toss out even the most basic human decency. I am sad that our Presidential race has become a contest to see who can belittle “the other” and generate more fear in the name of votes. I am sad that so few in our country can see any connection between our own military campaigns in the Middle East, including non-stop drone assassinations, and the current threats facing the world today. And I am angry that we’re acting like a childhood playground mob. I managed to figure out the harm in that when I was 8 years old. When will this country figure it out?

First Graders go to the Fire Department

Firemen on the jobWhen I was growing up, my Dad was the chief of our local volunteer fire department. In 1st grade, we made a visit to the fire department, and then as grade school classes do, followed up with hand-written thank you notes. My folks saved the collection that my class donated, and recently gifted them to me. I took a little time this weekend and scanned the whole works.

Sadly, I must admit, my handwriting has possibly gotten worse since 1st grade.

The files are about 22MB each, so they’ll take a little while to download.

Notes from Miss Rudolph’s class (mine)

Notes from Mrs. Zmina’s class

Review: The Circle

The Circle
The Circle by Dave Eggers
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is really a great and timely book. I think it demonstrates the best of fiction, science fiction especially, in that it posits a believable scenario that asks us to think about the world we live in from a different viewpoint. While we see millions of people adopting social media tools fairly rapidly, I think very few average users give much thought to what happens when a great amount of data is aggregated. It may not mean much to post a photo of myself at the beach, but cross-referenced with my home address and purchasing habits, it can provide interesting data for a burglar.

The Circle takes this to the semi-obvious extreme of a world where a company (ahem, not Google and not Facebook) has assembled all this data and added real-time access. Some have criticized the book for being too simplistic, for setting up straw-man arguments, and I would agree that this is somewhat true. However, I would say that keeps the book accessible to those just looking for a good read, while the issues opened are of incredible depth for those who wish to plumb further.

Definitely a recommended read, especially if you’re a social media user!

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Review: All the Devils are Here: The Hidden History of the Financial Crisis

All the Devils are Here: The Hidden History of the Financial Crisis
All the Devils are Here: The Hidden History of the Financial Crisis by Bethany McLean
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This was a phenomenal telling of the story of the financial crisis. It’s not a short read, but as the authors point out, it wasn’t a simple crisis. There are a lot of players and a LOT of arcane jargon. But McLean and Nocera do a great job of explaining things, and they keep the story interesting. I wish everyone would read this book, especially those who want to blame low-income people or Fannie and Freddie for the financial crisis. This book calls out many instances of just staggering greed and hubris in the financial industry. Read it, then call your congressman and ask for a better regulatory environment!

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Farewell to a Friend

Curt Novinski

The Belmont High class of ’86 lost its first classmate this week, one of our best. Curt Novinski was visiting friends over Labor Day weekend when he began to feel ill. A visit to the hospital led to emergency brain surgery for a brain bleed, and he never recovered from surgery. As is the case with death at our age, it was unexpected, sudden, and leaves all of us stunned and saddened.

I was talking to a friend about the tragedy and he asked “Were you close?” I had to stop and think.

And the truth is that no, since high school we haven’t been close. We went our separate ways after graduation, I left Belmont and Curt stayed in the area. Over the years visits home become fewer, and chance meetings with old friends did too. The small-town grapevine still functions, and I’d hear occasional bits of news about all my old classmates. But I’d not seen Curt in person since our class reunion two years ago.

In school though, we were a class of only 27. That brings a certain amount of closeness, whether you want it to or not. Looking back to those years I guess we behaved more like siblings in a large family than classmates. We had petty squabbles and plenty of fights, but we knew each other well and we cared for each other. For a dozen years of school, we all orbited in the tiny universe that is Belmont. It’s hard to believe, but we’ve been gone from school now for twice that, into the larger world. It’s hard to believe, until I try to retrieve some of those high school memories and find them faded and fuzzy.

But, like siblings, the memories of petty squabbles and fights have gone, and what remains are rose-colored memories of the good times. The School Fair is coming up in just a few days, bringing to mind hours spent after school working on floats. I’ve not thought about the senior trip to St. Louis in years, but what a way to wind up high school. And of course, we spent hours in class together, though the memories of that too are faded and fuzzy (sorry teachers!).

Our class was so fortunately untouched by loss during our high school years. But we’re at the age now where loss will become a bigger and bigger part of our lives. It’s going to be a tough adjustment. Though Curt wasn’t a part of my life today, he was a part of my history. I feel the loss. He was a truly, genuinely nice guy, and in every memory I can retrieve he’s smiling. The world, and my life, are better for him having been a part of it. We’ll miss you Curt.

Review: The Ocean at the End of the Lane

The Ocean at the End of the Lane
The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Another great read from one of my favorite authors. It’s been several years since Neil Gaiman has written an adult novel. This one, clearly prompted by a trip home for his own father’s funeral, is the story of a Gaiman-esque young man visiting his childhood home. The visit prompts reminiscence of a fantastical experience he had with the family living at the end of his lane when he was a boy. A very dark story, classic Gaiman. It’s also a quick read, so if you haven’t read his stuff before, this is a great one to start with. The prose is just beautiful.

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Review: Daring Greatly: How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead

Daring Greatly: How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead
Daring Greatly: How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead by Brené Brown
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This book is a must-read for, well, everyone. Brown has done some incredibly thorough research to help us all understand some very difficult issues – shame and vulnerability. Tough topics. But she presents her ideas in a very readable form, with a lot of great first-hand stories to illustrate what she’s discussing. You’ll recognize your behaviors here. And probably cringe, and perhaps even feel the warm wash of shame coming back on you. But you’ll learn a lot, about yourself, and about how to work with others in difficult circumstances. Great stuff!

If you need more encouragement to read this, check out Brown’s TED talk to get a taste of her message. Once you do, I think you’ll want to read the book.

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