> The juxtapositions in Kiev are manifold: people are either really hard on each other or very kind, the architecture beautiful or ugly, the smiles are wide and real, or faces rigid like stone, the women hot and the guys not [...]
> My move to Kiev was more of an accident laced with the intangible—a decision rooted in a feeling and impulse over rationality or reason. I can point out the obvious: it’s a beautiful city, it’s an economical place to live, it’s in a great position to connect with the world (2 hours to Istanbul, 2 hours to Berlin), it’s adventurous, it’s a city with a rich soul, its women are beautiful, it’s real, it has human connections that run deep, it’s modest with a rich history, and so on….
Personally, I felt like the author was trying too hard to be a travel writer that romanticised what he saw.
> The juxtapositions in Kiev are manifold: people are either really hard on each other or very kind, the architecture beautiful or ugly, the smiles are wide and real, or faces rigid like stone, the women hot and the guys not [...]
> My move to Kiev was more of an accident laced with the intangible—a decision rooted in a feeling and impulse over rationality or reason. I can point out the obvious: it’s a beautiful city, it’s an economical place to live, it’s in a great position to connect with the world (2 hours to Istanbul, 2 hours to Berlin), it’s adventurous, it’s a city with a rich soul, its women are beautiful, it’s real, it has human connections that run deep, it’s modest with a rich history, and so on….
Personally, I felt like the author was trying too hard to be a travel writer that romanticised what he saw.