Logan Brennan, Peace Corps Volunteer, Melitopol



European car trip to the square with two brothers.

One, my Ukrainian father for my current excursion,

The other is one of the many Sashas that I now know.


Getting dropped off to get on a bus with a bunch of Americans,

My papa looks excited for us.

I halfway share this excitement; the words “Soviet-era” aren’t always reassuring

when speaking about accommodations.


He leans in for a hearty hug and, as we separate,

I realize that maybe he wanted to kiss me on the cheek…

It’s ok, we’ll see each other when we visit for Easter.


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