The Simple Life - Part I
Every story has it's beginning; mine started in a small village in Ukraine. Stavy, nestled in a quiet region south of Kyiv, was and currently is home to a few hundred Ukrainians. Life was simple. No fancy cars, no traffic lights, a grocery store no bigger than your house and well... a lot of drinking. You didn't ask for much because quite frankly there wasn't much too give. When you were born in a place like this, you typically died in a place like this. If the drinking didn't get you, the lack of opportunity did. My father would occasionally find steady work and my mom found employment at a farm in our village, which is crucial to my story - but we'll get too that. There's so much to tell you about my early life, I hardly know where to begin; so.. let's start with my house! Picture this with me, a large wooden fence worn from the rain but sturdy and strong. When you walk through the gate you'd be greeted by a variety of fruit trees, berry bushes and i...