And the three weeks are over. Too bad.
On the other hand, I like going to Kyiv’s main train station because it shows the way that train stations everywhere should aspire to: large, majestic, comfortable, open around the clock, and with everything you need for survival, from a warm soup to newspapers.
Where to next?
I don’t know yet, but I will definitely stay in Ukraine longer because when you only know the capital city, you can never be sure if you know the country (except in the Vatican). I might simply walk to the train station, ask where the next train goes to, and buy a ticket. Let’s just hope it won’t be to Pripyat or Donetsk.
And maybe the military band will play a farewell song: