Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Needless to say, most of our conversations are still about what's happened and continues to happen between Georgia and Russia. Most of my reading is about that, too. But I won't write anything about it here. Not now. There's enough firsthand info out there, and even more opinions and screaming from observers outside the region. And I still agree with what I said about it all in the previous post. And it still hurts like hell.


On a different note, here's a picture of the bartender at our Aegean Coast hotel:

His name is Metin (I guess), and he looks amazingly like my grandfather, my father's father, Sergei Andreyevich Khokhlov, who died in 1969, five years before I was born.

I spent two weeks staring and smiling at Metin. On the last day, I took this picture, and now I keep staring at it. I can see not just my grandfather in him, but my father as well. His smiling eyes. It's crazy, because I could never really understand what my father and his father had in common. And now I do.

There's more to it, but I don't want to write about it now.

1 comment:

  1. Hi!
    At least you have ended making us envious with your Turkish sceneries!

    My husband is back from a trip to Iaroslavl' + Golden Ring and he took pictures of those nouveau riche neighbourhoods popping up like mushrooms, just like yours from Vodvyshenska in Kiev!

    Here the radio and TV speak redundantly about Gorbachev's column in French newspaper Libération, but I could not spot in on the web. He reportedly writes about the necessity to change the Western world outlook on contemporary Russia, too much impregnated by Cold War clichés.
    However, is this not a revival of the Cold War? Like in the two homonym books you mentioned once?
    Take care