By Steve Komarnyckyj, Feb 25 2014 05:28PM
Okay, I'll come clean with you. I lied in my first post,this blog is not going to be solely about language. It will also be about sex, sphaghetti, my Aunt's recipe for Borshch, and the mental health damage caused by unicyclists. I will write about whatever I want to write about. At the moment, of course, I want to write about Ukraine. My relationship with the country is intensely personal. It gave me 50% of my chromosomes, a complex emotional legacy, and my aunt's flat in a crumbling soviet block. My heart aches when I think of the people, the heavenly hundred, who have died for freedom. I am happy and worried and I grieve for the dead all at the same time. My family is a part of Ukraine's story and, for me, is one of centuries of struggle against colonial oppression, of a language and literature splintering through totalitarianism as a thistle cracks a cement floor. However at this moment Ukraine needs you for freedom is indivisible, and the men who died while tires blazed in Kyiv gave their lives for the liberty of Europe and the world. Do not forget them.