(I have arrived back in Kiel, but will continue posting a couple of impressions and supplements about my time in Moldova).
Three small boys come towards us. They are eating apples. One holds a pole with line and hook, the others each carry a bucket full of small fish.
As I go from the school to the Culture House where the war memorial stands, I meet the youngest of the boys again. He sees two more boys on rollerskates a little ways down the street. The small boy next to me whistles through his fingers and says something in Ukranian.
I start to draw the memorial. „Hello.“ More children have joined me. Three little girls approach hesitantly, then are very excited when I show them my drawing.
In the meantime, the small boys are busy racing a Mini-Quad around the memorial and the flowerbeds and fighting with flowers and branches.
Two older boys, maybe 17 years old, are watching me too. I now understand the words „Artist“ and „Work.“ And „Семечки“. By the way, they eat this the whole time.
