Soon after my first visit to Ukraine four years ago, I began language lessons. It taught me more than I ever expected
Almost as soon as I returned from my first reporting trip to Ukraine, in October 2022, I decided to start Ukrainian lessons. Not as an act of solidarity, exactly, but as a marker that I was committed to returning. I wanted to know some Ukrainian in order to feel less helpless, to edge towards a better understanding of what I was reporting, and to be more courteous to those whom I encountered. And I hoped, in time, to be able to pull myself through a piece of poetry in the original.
I began meeting Olha, my teacher, by weekly video call later that autumn. She was in Ivano-Frankivsk, her home town in the far west of Ukraine, I was in London. With endless patience and humour, she led me by the hand through the unfamiliar letters of her language, those elegant, sensuous shapes of the Cyrillic alphabet.
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Soon after my first visit to Ukraine four years ago, I began language lessons. It taught me more than I ever expectedAlmost as soon as I returned from my first reporting trip to Ukraine, in October 2022, I decided to...
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