Arrive
I had arrived in the city, initially to visit my grandparents and report on a number of things that s ukrainian village of three thousand people presumably would have. The general handiwork was more or less distributed among the three of us but this was generally boring and unimportant, in my mind, the meat, the real gonzo of this operation was to perhaps maybe not dfiscover, but more reinforce some general ideas i had about the secluded teenage generation living seemingly ages behind what any one of us “modern teenagers” would be. Nevertheless, the jump was made. I was far from home, stranded with some repugnant internet, left to my thoughts. The journey had started
