Eugenisms

On Sunday morning, first stop was Three Fishes Restaurant in Sevastopol. Just like Saturday’s restaurant, there wasn’t a breakfast menu or even a lunch menu. Everything was geared towards a three course dinner. What we both felt like for breakfast was some of that excellent Turkish coffee we’d had the morning before, plus eggs and toast. The cook refused to make toast – I think Eugene told them we wanted French toast – so we had fried eggs and bread instead, along with the coffee and some respectable orange juice. The restaurant had a great bathroom. It was not only clean, with a modern toilet, soap and paper towels, it was interesting, which stone walls and ceramic floors.

After breakfast, Eugene wanted us to see the panorama of the Crimean War. This was the first panorama ever made – ie – invented here. Asolutely amazing detail, with clay models that looked life-like – posed as soldiers and officers during various famous parts of the battles. Also shown was the first sister of mercy, giving water to soldiers, and Pigorov, the first doctor to use nurses. It was fascinating to see that the battle mounds were dug shallowly into the groud, then built up with basket-like wooden structures. Over top of this was dirt and sandbags. In the side were doors. The soldiers slept inside and fought on top. The soldiers were wearing heavy winter clothing despite them fighting in sweltering summer weather.

Here is one of Eugene’s jokes:

Socialisism, Communism and Capitalism were going to have a meeting, but Socialism was late. The other two asked him why he was late. He said he’d been in a line-up waiting for kobassa. Capitalisim asked, “What is lineup?” Communist asked, “What is kobassa?”

another joke:

It is not up to the host to count the amount of food his guests eat. That’s the job of his wife.

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Another Eugenism, while crossing a busy street: “We’re in the right. “We may be killed, but we’re in the right.”

After that, we drove to a WWII memorial for dead Soviet soldiers. It was a long treed walk and there were also displays of naval artifacts.

When we walked around the other side of the monument, we could see where the charge of the light brigade occurred.

The we drove to Balaclava. This was a secret naval base during Soviet times and the city was closed to the public and never mentioned in newspapers etc. It has a huge S shaped harbour that fish love and it had been a fishing town before becoming the military experimental centre. Lots of utilitarian and sturdy but not very pretty buildings and walls.

We then drove to the other side and walked up to see some of the Genovese Fortress.

After that, we drove to Eski-Kermen, which was quite a distance, first on regular roads, but then on dirt packed roads with no markings. This was definitely not a tourist place. While we were still on the paved road, Eugene stopped at a fruit stand and we bought muscat grapes, pears and black raspberries. Delicious!

The Eski-Kermen cave towns were WAY high up and quite a walk. It took about 45 minutes to get up but boy was it worth it. A whole city had been up there in ancient times, complete with toll roads, a church, houses with several rooms, all within the caves.

 

 

 

Getting down the mountain was a bit more treacherous than climbing up and we felt like we’d had a really good workout by the time we got down.

There was a small restaurant at the base of Eski-Kermen (only restaurant). Lots of black pigs running around, and on the menu was black pig cooked various ways. We ate black pig and one of them bit Natalia. She has a nice round bruise on her thigh. We had the pork two ways – pounded and breaded and served over mashed potatoes, and also in blinis. I had a Crimean beer.

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Simferpol

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The train pulled into Simferpol at noon. We kept on sleeping til almost noon and then got ready and repacked quickly. Eugene was waiting for us as we got off the train. He gave us each a rose and corralled our luggage. His car is a sort of station wagon SUV – Ford Freespirit – and it was spotless and roomy. We asked if he could take us to a place to eat, as we hadn’t had breakfast or lunch.

He took us to a small outdoor cafe called Silver Century and we had delicious Turkish coffee to start and then chicken noodle soup, mushroom soup and a really nice salad with local fish, greens, mushrooms, and the ubiquitious “mayonnaise”.

After lunch/breakfast, Eugene took us on a walking tour of downtown Simferpol, pointing out various historical sites as we passed them.

We popped into a department store to by a hair blower, which was 76 hryvny ($16 Canadian) – phillips brand with a two year warranty. The store was filled with every imaginable consumer item and they didn’t appear to be too expensive.

As we left the store is was pouring rain. Not a problem. We kept on walking. Natalia and I were so grungy anyway that a bit of rain was not an issue. We got some more Euros changed to hryvny and then went back to the car – they park cars all over the place here. A favoured place is on the sidewalks.

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We drove to Bachisarry and walked through the khan’s residence, the harem, the courtyard. It was fascinating.

Then we had dinner at Karavan sarai salalachic which was a restaurant at the base of the cave monastery. We had a lamb soup, deep fried turnovers – one with cheese and one with meat – and a kind of shortbread for dessert. Again, absolutely fresh and delicious and cheap – 117 hryvny ($25 Cnd) for the three of us.

Then we drove to Sevastopol and stayed in a private apartment. It was on the fourth floor and there was no elevator, but the apartment was lovely. img_1197A comfy pullout sofa in one room and a double bed in another. Best of all, a bathroom with a great toilet and a tub. We couldn’t figure out how to get the shower head to work so we each had a sponge bath and washed our hair, and used the new blow dryer.

We also each had a chance to wash out some clothing and there was a computer with internet access, so I got to check my email. Natalia couldn’t get into her email though. It was a very slow connection.

The best part of the apartment was the spectacular view of the harbour. There were fireworks at night and a Silver Seas cruise ship came in. After a good night’s sleep, we packed up and headed out first thing the next morning. Eugene told us that the apartment had been built in the 1950s so wasn’t as utilitarian as some of the newer Soviet era apartment buildings.

 

Odesa, Ukraine

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When we landed in Odesa, we were met by the guy from Unitours travel. He was right there with a big sign. He took us to the train station and gave us our tickets and explained how to get on the train and he also showed us how we could store our luggage at the station so we could walk around Odesa.

The luggage storage place was packed and we didn’t have hryvny yet, so I watched the luggage and Natalia whipped over to the money exchange in the train station to get some hryvny. The luggage people were quite amused that Natalia spoke Ukrainian and not Russian and wanted to know where she learned it.

After ditching our luggage, next thing on the agenda was to find a toilet. There was a pay toilet at the train station and it was clean, although the squatting type. After that, we walked around the city for a couple of hours.

We had dinner in a quaint Ukrainian restaurant in the main part of town – Lasynka – we had green borcht – which was amazing! And perch Odessa style, which was really delicious as well. Green borscht is made with sorrel, egg, potato.The perch was HUGE, and was served over top sliced fried potatoes and cooked thin onions. It was topped with what they call mayonnaise but what tasted more like crème fresh.

We walked back towards the train station, stopping on the way to get water and also to send email at an internet cafe. It began to rain and we didn’t have anything to do but wait for the train for several hours so we went to a little lunch place and had water. Everyone else was drinking beer. It was a clean and new lunch place – and that’s what really was striking – so many new businesses serving everything and selling everything. Tons of western products, lots of food venders everywhere. People looking prosperous. Buildings being renovated.

When it was finally time to stand on the train platform, we were two of hundreds. This is the last holiday weekend and a very busy time. Had we not preordered our train tickets we woudn’t have got them.

The first class compartment was surprisingly nice and clean with comfortable pillows, sheets and blanket and even towels. The bathroom was strange. We were dying for a good wash but couldn’t do that there. The sink was tiny and with a strange push device to get the water. But the toilet was a sit down and clean.

The lulling of the train made for good sleeping.

Here’s our train:

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my trip to Ukraine

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Natalia Buchok and I started our journey on August 28th, on a 6:30 LOT airlines flight out of Toronto, and landed in Warsaw early in the morning on the 29th. The food served on the flight was surprisingly not bad. Chicken with rice, a sandwich, wine, coffee, a chocolate bar. The woman in front of my was annoying. She put her chair back as far as it would go, hitting my knees, and then she kept on bouncing on it, I guess trying to soften up the pillow. The boy behind me kept getting up (pulling Natalia’s hair as he did so) and kept bumping the back of my seat and opening and closing the window. Made for difficult sleeping. They served us a bun and cold cuts and cheese for breakfast.

Our LOT connecting flight to Odessa was delayed 45 minutes. The security in Warsaw was ridiculously slow. Everyone going through beeped. Once we were past security, we found a bathroom (very clean) and I bought a bottle of water, which was 5 euros (approx $7.50 Canadian)!!

There was no announcement about why the flight was delayed or where to go but we kept on looking for announcements and watching other people to see what they were doing. We were finally checked through and put on a shuttle bus in the pouring rain instead of the plane. A man came out of the plane and told us there were technical problems and they’d soon be resolved.

We finally got on. I had a seat to myself but Natalia had to sit beside this whacko American who was “meeting his bride” in Odesa. This was the third time for him trying this. The guy had no social skills and seemed to be checking out Natalia in case bride three fell through. As soon as the seat belt sign went off, she changed seats and sat beside me.

We did manage to sleep a bit and they gave us another meal – bread, cheese, meat, and a chocolate bar.

Here’s a photo of the Warsaw airport as we waited:

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More on internment recognition

On May 9th, when the federal government signed the internment recognition bill, I had the opportunity to speak with Jason Kenney and to thank him for his work on getting a number of historical injustices recognized. As a small token of my appreciation, I presented him with my two internment books, as well as my one book on the Holodomor.

 

Marsha’s 5 word rule for dialogue

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As a writer, I have found that one of the best ways of getting good feedback on works-in-progress is to join a critique group. I run a free  online crit group here. The group I run is hidden from public view and to get in, one must ask for permission.

In our online crit group, we all give and get feedback on our works-in-progress. I find that doing crits teaches the critter as much as the crittee.

One of the things that I have noticed after over a decade of critting and being critted is that dialogue is often used as a crutch in early drafts. I have come up with a self-editing technique that I like to call Marsha’s 5 word rule for dialogue. Here goes:

 Anytime a character says more than five words at a time, look carefully at what you’re trying to accomplish with the dialogue. Often, you’re using dialogue as:

— an information dump
— backstory
— scene avoidance
— saying something instead of showing it
— saying something you’ve already just shown

Long dialogue always slows the story down. Pare whenever possible and when necessary replace with a scene. Alternately, pare out that dialogue altogether and save that information for later on in the story. Doing so can add suspense.

cake book and an amazing teacher-librarian

The day before I was bestowed with the Order of Princess Olha, I did a school visit to Sarnia Collegiate Institute and Technical School. Jan Turnbull, the teacher-librarian, was amazing! She had adorned the library walls with images of my books and had printed off a bio of me for each participant of her coffee and book club.

The students were wonderful too. They asked excellent questions and seemed really to enjoy having an author visit.

Jan had lunch brought in for the entire book club and me too. And she brought in this amazing cake! Check it out:

Georgetown Boys play was amazing!

The Georgetown Boys play was last Wednesday. The run in the little theatre was from May 1 to 10, and then they re-jigged the set and performed it at the John Elliot Theatre in Georgetown for a final gala event. I wish I could have seen some of the shows in the little theatre for comparison sake because the stages were different. In the little one, it was theatre in the round, but the main stage is a standard stage.

Each night sold out and the wine and cheese reception on Wednesday was packed. A number of the writers in my online critique group came out and I brought 21 people with me from Brantford in the obese limo. The descendants of the Georgetown Boys were out in force, and there were lots of people from the Toronto, Oakville and Cambridge Armenian communities.

Kate from the Freckled Lion Bookstore was selling all of my Armenian books hand over fist and she wanted me to sit down and sign during the wine and cheese reception. Instead, I got out a pen and told her if people wanted me to sign books, they could come in and ask me, but that I wanted to chat with friends and drink wine. 🙂

In retrospect, I should have listened to Kate. I was surrounded by layers of people with books for autograph in the reception room, and barely had time to find my son and husband, let alone introduce my family to various friends. And I was wearing high heels on a hard floor, holding books and signing. When we finally got home and got to bed, I realized that I had done a number on one of my knees. Kept on waking up all night with stabbing pain. My husband says I’ve pulled a tendon.

But the play itself was amazing! They included archival footage on a screen behind the stage of Armenians being expelled from Turkey in 1923, and of the burning of Smyrna. They had photos of the orphans arriving in Canada and news clips and telegrams all integrated into the narrative of the play. Sam Hancock, who wrote the script and produced the play, kept strictly to my storyline, using my own words. He had developed one additional character to act as a foil and that was interesting to see as well.

One challenge he had was to convey the fact that the boys couldn’t understand anything that was said to them after their teacher went into hiding in Montreal. In the book it’s clear because it’s from Aram’s perspective. The way Sam resolved it was to have the boys speak actual Armenian when they were in the presence of Canadians, but to revert to English when they were speaking among themselves. This meant that the kids who were playing the roles had huge chunks of Armenian to learn! I introduced Sam to an Armenian teacher from Oakville and she taught the kids Armenian.

There was one scene where a character had to speak about a minute’s worth of Armenian. There was a sigh of appreciation from the audience, and then vigorous applause. Apparently, the pronunciation was superb. When the show ended, there was a standing ovation.

When I was writing the Aram books, I happened upon the fact that it was the real Aris Alexanian of Alexanian Carpets who came to the boys’ rescue to act as an intirim interpretor until a replacement for Mr. Chechian could be found. I had contacted the Alexanian sons to see if they would agree to have the character based on their father be called Mr. Alexanian. I sent them my manuscript so they could see for themselves what I was doing. Well, the Alexanian family attended the play in force! Both sons, their children and grandchildren were there and they were all so proud!

At the end of the play, Sam asked if the descendants of the Georgetown Boys in the audience would stand up. There were about 25 of them. It was awesome!!

Redress for WWI Internment of Ukrainians in Canada

My grandfather, George Forchuk (Yurij Feschuk) was imprisoned at Jasper Internment Camp during World War I. He wasn’t interned for doing something wrong. He was interned for being Ukrainian. The conditions at the camp were so brutal that he escaped as bullets whizzed past his ears. He went into hiding, changing his name from Yurij Feschuk to George Forchuk. When the war ended, he went back to his homestead, but it was his no more. It had been given to another family. So penniless and broken, he had to start anew. It took him three decades to recoup his loss.

My grandfather’s heartbreak was just one of many. 80,000 immigrants were branded “enemy aliens” during WWI and had to carry papers and report regularly to the police. 8,000 immigrants were unjustly interned, including women, children and even babies born in Canada.

Today, the Honourable Jason Kenney, Secretary of State (Multiculturalism and Canadian Identity) signed an agreement with the Ukrainian Canadian community for a 10 million dollar endowment to the Shevchenko Foundation. This endowment will be made available in perpetuity to support educational and research projects about WWI internment.

Kudos to UCCLA, UCC and the Shevchenko Foundation for their dogged negotiations.

Huge thanks to Inky Mark, whose independent member’s bill C-331, got the whole thing rolling.

Congratulations to Prime Minister Harper, Jason Kenney, and the Conservative government for doing the right thing.