Ukraine Starting Over

Honestly, I can not say what its real for the riders of Kyiv's Metro system, in as much as I am a fan of it's Soviet era efficiency, I am currently clueless, as to what they may be thinking as a group collective. It has often been remarked, that Kyiv is not the real Ukraine, perhaps  that is true. I will not disguise my flaws and vulnerability, I am fairly flawed, and a little complicated. Getting attention from the wrong kind of places isn't the best situation to be in. Yet I cannot escape a feeling of morose sadness about those altruistic and perhaps a little alternated people from the mainstream who got caught up on the wrong side of this tiff with Russian Federation and Ukraine. It has certainly not been a brawl, it's been ugly, spooky, hard. It isn't totally about following the money, or determining what power structures are at stake. The bee keeper, or the village accountant as he's known (Former President Victor Yuschenko) , he is like an overseer ,

Perhaps the Post title sounds abstract, I won't elaborate on it. If you know the man who sold his bees, you'd understand perhaps the need for privacy. Ukraine entering the EU, it's still quite a big deal, still fresh, still evolving. It is not only a Brave New World. It is a Beautiful New World, despite the ongoing War, the painful deaths and casualties, now it is down to statistics and raw integers. Kiev is like the New Berlin (of 2005), they spin vinyl, put their phones away and talk. If you are real with them, they are real with you. Sincere compliments flow freely: it is as if the older generation wants to promote an open way of thinking, relating to their kids, create a hybrid thinking style, something that uplinks their psychologically erudite group education matrix,  of which I still have much to learn about with the Western style of individualism and creative design. No matter how badly,  or how greatly the Verhovna Rada does things,  their Euro-maidan Revolution