the history of Ukraine has mostly been a sad one. I have been there twice, both times as election observer, at two of the three elections which took place in 2004. I was in Kyiv first, observing the election in a village outside the city, and the second time in Odessa, a city I am keen to visit again. Those elections produced, in the end, the Orange party, which resulted in much misplaced euphoria. The country's politics has not much improved, if at all, since then. The memories of that country's communities have been systematically erased over time, and it can seem as though the cemeteries are the most living places there. But don't read me on this, read Alexander J. Motyl, a writer and blogger i have recently discovered who is of Ukrainian origin himself. Excellent.
Erased memory is part of the theme of a little collection of stories have written, and which is about to appear. And indeed it touches upon something that Motyl touches upon in the piece I have linked to, in connection with the 20th-century history of Poland and Ukraine, and the role emigration and memory play in taking that history forward. Or something like that. Anyway, more soon on my stories, but do read Motyl.