olechko

15×15 cm, oil on board, 208, private collection

So we went out to Lutsk for the week. The ride was exiting, to say the least. As we were approaching our destination - in a village before Lutsk - the driver took us off the bus, ’cause his buddy warned him on the phone him the police was waiting for him at the station. I don’t think the guy did anything wrong, the police seems to be after every marshrootka in town, but having to switch to a local bus to make the last five minutes of your five-hour ride is a bit extreme. Here’s the back of the driver looking at those typical Ukrtelecom phone booths at the Kyiv vokzal just as were boarding. Hardly anyone is using them these days. It’s a shame, they are of such fantastic color! They usually serve the orientiers for marshrutkas at vokzal to line up there by dozens and offer to take you in almost every little town around Ukraine.

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