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Approaching Kiev

We travelled miles and miles through a flat plain. Nothing really happened for a long time, except for the persistence of the soil's blackness. I remember it was so monotonous we couldn't listen to rock music. Then suddenly we became aware of the air smelling bad. We all said '' that's because we are approaching the city ''. It struck me, maybe we are not aware of the pollution deep in Europe because the cities and pollution never end there, and maybe there is nothing wrong with a bad smell. As a child I loved to smell the city's odours when coming back from the countryside. It made me feel I was home.