Friday night, 7 PM, the weekend began! I'd just finished leading 2 speaking clubs and caught a glimpse of this fading rainbow on the way out of the building. An auspicious sign, hopefully?
The next day we were out the door at noon, off to view an apartment near Moscovskiy Prospect. I don't know much about the area except that it's home to Turboatom (Турбоатом), a factory that employs almost 6,000 workers and produces turbines.
"Where should we go?", D shouted into the phone over the roar of the nearby traffic. The landlady was on the other end of the line. "Okay, Koshkina 15, got it!" he answered. We checked Google maps and set off down Plekhanivska street, which was pleasantly wedged between a green space and a park.
Koshkina 15 turned out to be extremely difficult to find, as it didn't actually exist. After confirming this with a handful of passerby and shopkeepers, D called the landlady back. "No, no!", she said, "We're at Kovtuna 15!" Oops.
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| This car looks like it's decked out for a wedding? |
Koshkina 15 turned out to be extremely difficult to find, as it didn't actually exist. After confirming this with a handful of passerby and shopkeepers, D called the landlady back. "No, no!", she said, "We're at Kovtuna 15!" Oops.























