Here's a publicly shareable Kherson story. After we picked up our residency cards and turned in Jaan's new application at one Migration office, I wanted to go to another to talk to an expert there. He wasn't answering his phone, so we went into a coffee shop to have a place to sit while we waited for him to call back. I heard someone speaking American English in that tiny coffee shop, so I did something very out-of-character for me: I asked who he was and what he was doing in Kherson. He answered that he is an American blogger, and he had just arrived that day, because he wanted to tell the world the truth about what's going on in Ukraine. Then he asked who I am. I said that I live in Ukraine, and I'm American, too. And then the Ukrainian man sitting with him looked up and said our last name. What?!?! I had never seen him before. He said that he knows people at Migration and had heard of us. A few minutes later I clarified: does he work for Migration? He said that he works with them. Hmm. The blogger said that he hadn't been able to get into the city, but that this nice man was helping him. Okay. We drew our own conclusions. It was a rather bizarre interaction, but a good one. I'm glad to see anyone curious about Ukraine coming to see for himself.
And that's it for now. We're off to camp in the mountains.
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