[Image 12-1] One of Meg's photos of Kyiv's Independence Square, taken from Globus's eastern terrace.[Image 12-2] Outdoor shopping in Kyiv[Image 12-3] A brave soul took it upon her/himself to provide the Prokuratura an appropriate moniker: GESTAPO[Image 12-4] Scenes from a Sunday afternoon on Khreschaitik[Image 12-5] Paintings of Lenin and other sociopaths are now enticing buys for the discerning collector of totalitarian talismans.[Image 12-6] Acres of unheated but covered, black-market kiosks provide Kyivians with otherwise unattainable goods: cosmetics, tobacco, pharmaceuticals, electronics, entertainment, shoes, clothing, software, car parts, even financial services.[Image 12-7] More black market shopping ops for the big shishkas (in the Mercedes) and regular sods (marsh-root-kah mini-bus), alike.[Image 12-8] The boys in blue polyester. Gatherings like this, Elena and Meg thought best to avoid.[Image 12-9] The Prokuratura from Elena and Meg's flat. The watched watching the watchers.[Image 12-10] Khreschaitik Boulevard closed to traffic on Sundays, becomes an interesting, politicized and rather inebriated stroll by late afternoon.[Image 12-11] Kofe Hauz in Globus Mall's above ground atrium.[Image 12-12] Globus Mall's atrium gawkers. Usually men, stupefied by boredom.[Image 12-13] Kyiv's Percherskaya Larva a close by retreat for Elena and Meg.[Image 12-14] The corner of Kutuzova and Lesi Ukrainki. Where Meg got hit by a car.[Image 12-15] Meg loiters in a typical vehicle passageway through a building.[Image 12-16] This landing between floors in Elena and Meg's pod-yest stairwell is typical of this ubiquitous architectural feature of Soviet residential construction.[Image 12-17] The Prokuratura is lit by sodium vapor in this shot from Meg and Elena's flat.[Image 12-18] Tufted vinyl over armor (steel plating), adorns the outer doors of many a post-Soviet abode.
