Kyiv 2014

My trip to a post-revolutionary Ukraine

On Peizazhna Alley

On the first week of February 2014, I was laid off. A week later, I booked a ticket to Kyiv. A week after that, all hell broke loose: Nearly a hundred protesters were killed in Kyiv, triggering a sequence of events that led to President Yanukovych being removed from office and fleeing the country. The U.S. State Department issued a travel warning for not only Kyiv, but all of Ukraine. And at the end of the month, hours before my flight left, Russia invaded and occupied the Crimea, Ukraine's southernmost peninsula.

So it was quite a month leading up to my departure. At the start of the month, with protests intensifying, I did ask Mila, whom I would visit in Kyiv, to think about having a plan in case it wasn't safe in the capital and leaving the country was difficult, especially in the week following the Olympics, the last week of the month. Russia would have a lot less to lose in cracking down on its neighbor after their Olympics had finished. That worst-case scenario didn't happen, but it certainly did get a lot worse than I'd expected. When the old government attempted to end the protests, she informed me that the subway was shut down and that the Kyiv-Lviv train was not running due to "corrosion" on the line. This was not something I wanted to hear, having initially planned on visiting Lviv as well. (The "corrosion" was most likely the influx of Westernized Lviv residents coming to Kyiv to protest.)

In any event, never have I followed the news so intently in my adult life, or so seriously rethought a trip. And it's not like I haven't had other opportunities to rethink. Between booking and leaving on a trip to Israel, the Second Intifada broke out. My two East Asia trips corresponded to two disease outbreaks (SARS-CoV-1 and H1N1). And I passed Gezi Park in Istanbul about an hour before protests there. Though no one was seriously hurt that particular day, travelers I met there did have to run into nearby businesses to avoid tear gas.

But Mila said Kyiv was safe, everything seemed safe, and Crimea was 500 miles south of Kyiv. So I packed my bags and — initially with more dread and less excitement than I would have desired — went to Kyiv.

(A word about that spelling: When the city was controlled by Russia, the romanization of the Russian-language name was "Kiev," as in "Chicken Kiev." "Kyiv," today's officially preferred spelling, is from the Ukrainian. English-speaking media have largely settled on the pronunciation "KEEV," since the true Ukrainian pronunciation has a vowel sound unfamiliar to English speakers.)

If you like this, check out a dispatch from a completely different part of Ukraine, an excerpt from Where the West Ends by Michael Totten, available at bookstores such as Amazon.com, where the electronic version sells for 99 cents, last I checked.

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