It was only after a few days that I learned Nadia had killed someone. As forceful as that sentence is, believe it or not, it is not as bad as it seems. One day she had been driving, surprisingly sober,…
Tip #7: Handling Your Shit in the Land of Milk and Vodka
One fine day in Eastern Europe I had my ear twisted by the warblings of a drunken Ukrainian youth who had spent some time in America, and felt the need to both praise and shit-talk his own people, as I’ve noticed…