The Spinning Wheel
Tuesday, 20th July 2010. Odessa.
as soon as we enter the domestic terminal at Borispol airport outside Kiev Ukraine’s poverty becomes apparent. the terminal building looks like it hasn’t been renovated since it was built, and when we land in Odessa, once called the Paris of The Black Sea, we are not even let into the arrival hall, but have to wait for our luggage in the scorching sun outside. the three Chinese who flew in from Kiev on our flight look scared and lost.