If I'm not mistaken, I received it in 2001 from an openly gay, deaf-mute guy who was also a professional dancer here in Kyiv. We spent an evening writing notes to each other and then he asked if he could have my new Parker pen, a gift from the U.S. NGO I was about to quit then - and of course, I gave it to him, with great pleasure, mainly because my name had been engraved on that pen and I hated it, but also because I imagined this guy, in drag and totally gorgeous, using my name as stage name and signing autographs with my pen. I never saw him again, but this little find has reminded me of him and made me smile...
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