The Shows, the People, the Destruction
Alex, the artistic director of the ProEnglish Theatre, met us off the train. He dismissed an elderly taxi driver - fur hat on his head and swathed in an enormous coat - saying that he'd charge us a fortune.
Journey into Summer
This time it's me doing the organising. And I'm going nuts. Ukrainian Railways don't release tickets till three weeks before departure, when there's a scramble for them. In my panic, I bought a whole raft of train