We were supposed to be on a train back to Moscow tonight, but Mishah broke his leg yesterday, right here on Khreshchatyk, across the street from the Besarabka Market, so we're stuck in Kyiv, and we've canceled our vacation in the mountainous village in Turkey, and we are both totally devastated by all this. We were supposed to fly to Istanbul in a week and then take a car to Kayalar, but now Mishah will have to keep his cast on and use crutches for the next three weeks, and any travel together is out of the question.

The superstitious part of me believes I shouldn't have cursed ex-mayor Omelchenko in my previous post, shouldn't have cursed at all, period. I'd take it back, if only it could change anything.

There was also a full moon yesterday, my astrologically-minded relatives tell me, and the doctor who treated Mishah told him they'd seen crowds of patients with traumas in the past few days.

But, regardless of whether it was full moon, or Omelchenko's Khreshchatyk's revenge, or something else, it sucks big time.