Lyviva la Revolucion!!!!


Dobre Den a tous,

Hai Hai caramaba, la revolucion otra vez! Indeed, since this very morning nobody knows whether President Yushenko has a real plan after his government dismissal or whether it was just a reaction against several corruption allegations accusing his entourage. In any case, this shows how fragile this "coalition" was and the desperate need for Ukraine to form an strong and transparent government backed up by an active parlement. One could expect Former Prime Minister Timoshenko to backfire very soon...revenge is a cold dish!!! As far as my team is concerned this could jeopardize much of what we have been doing here, on the editorial side as well as the advert's...we watch the news carefully and wait for postive signs. If the office decides so, I might as well stay longer... hehe!



Still, I am not here to talk about politics, but rather about...ME! of course ;) I had my first opportunity to leave Kiev last week end. We (Anne-Sophie, Alex, Marte and I) jumped on a train friday to Lyviv, "the florence of the east", which is basically Ukraine's main "western" city. It's counts a little above 600 000 people, almost as many churches (One of them had a sign saying "please close the door! let's save a bit of wormth with god and among each other...Word!) The city reminded me Salamanca... Ukrainian style of course. People, as opposed to Kiev speek mostly ukrainian, and more english, since they are closer to the EU...Poland, of course! Sunday was dedicated to a walk among the 400,000 tumbs of the Lychakivsky Cemetery (local "Pere Lachaise").

The revered Poet and national hero Ivan Franko (not to confuse with the other one...) is buried there, along with dozens of other famous Ukrainian and Poles. Before catching the train, we had the honour to attend a free concert of the national Lori/Mylene Farmer/Britney Spears... Very charming, playbacking and Ukrainian!


Wednesday night was football night, so we went to the stadium to see one of the most boring and aweful game I had the misluck to watch!!! Turkey won 1-0. Since they are already qualified, teh Ukrainian team had brought only their worst players. Schevchenko didn't even fly from Italy... Very Disappointing! But luckily the Duracell Rabbit was their to make us laugh our asses!

Plus we found refugee in a sweet club afterwards to confort ourselves...hehe...



As you know I am very amateur dj, but I love it! So tell eveybody... Tomorrow it's Dj Gregor from USA....heu, NO! (those dumbass got it wrong...Belgium!!!!) @ Pret à Café, Andreevskiy, 10a, Kiev, pour vous mesdames, pour vous messieurs mais surtout pour vous mesdames!



Sur ce, Take care, enjoy and have fun above all!!! En direct live depuis Kiev, a vous les studios... G.
TO reach me MZZZZN or Skype : doulter@hotmail.com/ +380974713135. Comments are welcome!!!

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Anonymous said…
et bien ca fait plaisir l'ami René
10:41 am
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