60 years ago a Kiev's area witnessed ones of the most severe battles of WW2. Covered with earth from explosions the humans, arms and ammunitions was left on a battlefields.
With entering this site, you will join me and my friends for visiting a historic places of battles. We don't take a standart trips with their boring guides, we take a shovels, detectors and plenty of water. Water because the only way to find something is to dig and when you dig, you drink, you drink a lot because once you found a relic you can't stop digging, you know, it is real, it was there in time of a great event and you know that next item can be this special one that worth you efforts...
elena became something an internet celebrity a while ago with her report of her motorcycle adventure through chernobyl. it turned out that, while she did likely travel through the dead zone, she didn't make the trip alone, wasn't riding a motorcycle, likely staged some of her photos, and in fact just booked a tour. there's always someone, somewhere, with a big nose who knows...
whatever. her look through some of kiev's abandoned fortifications is just mighty. i've only ever been to one deserted gun turret, somewhere near big sur, and it was just spooky in a really compelling way, all history and violence and military. no one ever fought and died for big sur, tho. it's hard to imagine visiting a patch of land where ukrainians fought the nazis only sixty-odd years ago.
and her narrative is hilarious, bless her:
There is couple of bunkers-memorials, but the rest are neglected. Some out of way that no many people know about.
Neglected, because this days people forget their history, ask anyone in downtown where is bunkers, they don't have no idea what is bunkers. They can only show pubs and I can show both bunkers and pubs.
i've also got my share of personal interest. i'm largely a mongrel, which is convenient for casual racism (i've got some polish in me somewhere, so i goddmaned well can mock the fucking poles any time i like!), but i'm at least half ukrainian. it always made me a little sad that i never got any of the culture. my mom spoke ukrainian as a kid, but she never made another pierogie once she found she could buy them at the supermarket. kruschiki at christmas lasted a little longer, but not much. we never even made the easter eggs!
she did tell me a joke once, tho. i asked the mother what jokes people told about ukrainians. (the evil step-father was polish, so as kids we heard loads of polack jokes). she told me: what does a ukrainian cow say? mookaya. i like that very much.
it's like that. all this ukrainian stuff makes my nipples hard. and remember: it's ukraine, not the ukraine.
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