One of the series of my self-published zines. The word 'drugoi' means 'another'. The idea of zines is to show usual life from unpredicted points. #3 is dedicated to envisioning Kyiv not like a European capital but, with all the bitter irony,  rather as a city in a Third World country (which it is much).

 

Troublesome picture of the (third) world peeping through the European-style remodelled city appearance. A restaurant with palms on its porch, public space fenced off (important people dine here). Business and Entertainment centres next to slum-looking long-delayed construction sites. Booths with street food and yellow jeepney-like buses. Pure admiration of the city glories (before the tropical rain comes down). Deep concerns mixed with phoney remorse and advise (you should protest peacefully, no vandalism, whatever?and then your government hears you, that's Europe, no Nicaragua — right you are). Evening talking heads with coverage from hot points.

I try on a tourist's look in a beautiful but poor country — nature, history, buildings, pretty women, usual suite of cliches not letting the true life of its inhabitants to be seen. 'You've got fun, we've got worries'. What can you bring back home except usual tourist postcards?