Sorry, but I have to say this again: being surrounded by Ukrainian families: chi

Sorry, but I have to say this again: being surrounded by Ukrainian families: children, and mothers, is … fulfilling. It’s a living art gallery. Its all of europe. And sure I live in the educated classes. But the men are still men (not feminized wimps) and the women are women (not men). And the children are gorgeous and perfectly behaved in public. It’s such a joy.

I remember you know. I remember when women couldn’t even go to the bar and order. I remember when the family was sacred. I remember when the commons was sacred. I remember when we planted oaks not ornamentals.

I REMEMBER WHEN WE PLANTED OAKS NOT ORNAMENTALS