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A walkthrough of a black shadow in an innocent boy’s life takes place where we left off in the previous “The Iron Curtain” story with this time a strange trip in a train with a man in black.
The Train Trip As a showery rain took place in east-Berlin, my mother, Mariya Grigorievna, and I paced through the water drops that were tumbling sideway upon us, we were drenched but we kept on following the path to the train station, in trying to get to it before the stored curfew got into effect. Up to this day, the train ride through the East German states is still anchored in my memory. Unless someone had a visa, no one could get off the wagon before reaching their destination, nor could they interact with any citizens of the DDR (West German Republic) while on the train. Engaging in a conversation with someone or hand waving to someone from the western side was forbidden, and it was not worth the risk of grabbing the attention of the Stasi secret police, for fear of being locked up and being harassed. It was very restrictive. Around midnight, my mother and I reached the nearby Polish border adjacent to Frankfurt, in the Brandenburg state, East Germany. We rode in a compartment of four seats, three of which were occupied.
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Walkthrough of a black shadow in an innocent boy’s life As we were sleeping, an odd man wearing a black suit and a black trench coat entered our compartment, turned on the light, waking everyone and forced his way to the bottom couchette on the right ordering the woman that slept in it to move over. The heavyset lady, got out of her torpor, and shrieked at the sight of the man in black that stood beside her. Surprisingly, she got up swiftly for a woman of her size, took her sheets and mattress, installed them the best way she could on the top bunk, and climbed with some difficulty; somehow, after a few loud and growly groans, she finally reached it, caught her breath for a minute or two as she was panting, closed her eyes and went back to sleep in silence. With the light on and no respect whatsoever towards the others in the compartment, the man proceeded to open his brief case and shuffled loudly through all his documents and folders, making an effort to be noisy. After a few minutes of our new travel comrade’s arrival; the train stopped in Poznan, Poland for a control of documents and the train attendant entered our compartment to check our passports. The attendant did not, however, ask to see a passport or any other documentation from their black-suited companion. The man did not even glance up at the attendant; he merely continued to shuffle through his papers and read with as much noise as possible. After an hour or two, the train came to another stop in the middle of the night, and the man in black left as abruptly as he had arrived, pushing his way through, making sure no one could sleep. Once he was gone, my mother asked the weighty woman who was half asleep on the top bunk: “Who was that guy?” “I don’t know, and I assure you, I really don’t want to know, answered in Russian the heavy lady, relieved. I’m just glad he’s gone.” Following this halt, we went the rest of the night and nearly all day through Poland, passing by many stops to end in Dorohusk, a small village being on a Polish-Ukrainian border crossing and finally we stopped in Lvov, one of the first major cities in Ukraine, where we had to change train. To this today, the walkthrough of a black shadow in an innocent boy’s life , in my life, has never been forgotten, as it is one of my life’s memories.
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The “dacha” of my grandparents It took us another journey to reach the before uncharted city of Dnepropetrovsk and after a moderate way in bus to the south, we at least reached our ultimate destination, Seletskoye, a small village in the southeastern part of Ukraine near Shevchenko. After a twenty minutes’ walk, we finally got to the “dacha” (country house) of my grandparents situated at the outskirts of town, on the southern side. And it is there, in that country house, that I would be raised up and would live throughout the rest of my short youth. In meeting my grandparents for the first time on the day of our arrival, I got a sense of feeling home already. And as the days passed, I sensed that with them, my karma got more defined. I was around 9 years old at the time. Born of two dissimilar cultures, and being the fruit of two lives strictly opposed to one another, I had grown up from a young age in an era where the cold war, since the early 60’s, was in its first eruption, and in an empire called back then, the USSR. There were times of famine and misery, and for many, life was so dark back then, but from the depths of my sadness, would later raise a glimmer of hope that would change things into a real flame. Walkthrough of a black shadow in an innocent boy’s life is the second part of some of my experiences as a child. Follow me next time for the 3 rd story about my life Understand what I do for a living as an entrepreneur or as a digital nomad . you a 0% risk guaranteed for 30 days.
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