Gallatin Professor Anastasiya Osipova’s travel piece about the Ukraine

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SUSPENDED IN A RECLINING CHAIR, swaddled in a plaid blanket, dark glasses on my nose — my shell of a body is under an apricot tree in the Ukrainian countryside, my soul still lost somewhere in the purgatory of flight. “The cradle rocks above an abyss,” yes — between two continents and several languages. Only I am not a child, and there is something indulgent in this momentary loss of will to remember or care about the particulars of my current coordinates.  Read more: Travel Diary | Issue 24 | n+1