"The rich get richer,
and the poor get poorer..." In
Ukraine, a proverbial land of bread and honey, there was never a truer adage. In a
single day, we experienced both the high life, and the low. It
being a Saturday evening, we thought it a good opportunity to experience the
Kyiv nightlife as much as possible. Walking
through some of the most affluent Kyiv neighborhoods, Bentleys and Rolls Royces
line the streets, while long-legged women stroll arm in arm with their
well-to-do husbands. Dance music emanates from the opulent and
lavish parties these professional socialites attend on a regular basis. Needless to say, we felt quite out of place in
our sweaters and track pants.
On another end of the city, far
away from the social epicentre, Saturday evenings are enjoyed with much less
pomp. We decided to attend an open-air
festival taking place far into Livoberezhzhya, the part of Kyiv on the left
side of the Dnipro. Despite only vaguely
knowing where the festival was taking place, we set off around 11 pm, map in
hand. Exiting at Chernihivska stantsiya,
we walked in the direction indicated by the poster we initially saw, hoping to
come across the party. The longer we
walked, the further we descended into the bowels of Kyiv that many tourists
likely never see. The never-ending apartment
buildings along the main roadways stand in typical Soviet fashion, flanked only
by decrepit tin booths that sell basic necessities. Stray dogs rule the streets at night -
another city-wide problem that has yet to be resolved. This truly is a land of the derelict, the neglected.
The demographics of these two social castes are
staggeringly polarized. And the most surprising
thing is that the poor live right under the noses of the wealthiest people in
Europe.
We never found the festival. After two hours of walking, we gave up to
retreat back the the tourist haven in downtown Kyiv, where we couldn't feel
guilty for having three square meals a day, and a comfortable bed to sleep on. We told ourselves at the outset we would go to
Livoberezhzhya to experience it at least once... And once turned out to be
enough.
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