Anna Tarashcha Whore ❤️❤️

About Kryvyi Rih

Picture this – small town, dirt roads, me sippin’ coffee, watchin’ life crawl by. Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?” Straight from Béla Tarr’s masterpiece. *Whore* ain’t just some gal on the corner, nah. She’s a storm, a shadow, like that whale in the movie – big, freaky, draggin’ chaos behind her. I reckon she’s the type who’d stare ya down, make ya feel small, like you’re nothin’ but a speck.

Murder story of Tarashcha Jews in the Prison Courtyard in Tarashcha

When my mother came to America in the late s, many of her cousins, aunts, and uncles remained behind in her hometown of Tarashcha, located about one-hundred kilometers south .

On my way, I pass by the park near the river. It’s so peaceful there. I see kids playing, old folks feeding pigeons, and I think, “Man, this is what life’s about.” But then I remember the report and my stomach drops.

Ukraine commemorates journalist Georgiy Gongadze on 18th anniversary of his disappearance