Not really eastern slav here but I have childhood memories of early 00s Poland if that helps.
Streets all fucked up, when the car of my family (I was born in germany but we've visited our family over there every year) bumped over the deep holes in the streets my used to hold my head so it wouldn't bang against the seat.
Most of the cars were from soviet days still, only a few had western cars from the 90s.
Music was super cheap and cheesy disco polo with epileptic high-pitched beats and on parties there usually were 3L fake Coca Cola bottles for the children.
My mom's family was raised altogether on a small farm, so we usually spent most of the time there.
I played with the other kids of the family outside, we fed rhe rabbits in their rusty cages and played family in the barn. There was an old tireless car stranded on the field, we used to sit in at warm summer evenings.
In winter we would go to the higher points of the fields and take plastic bags with us on which we would glide down through the snow.
At christmas eve all the family gathered and had a meal, presents were given out and the children were told that over at the barn jesus christ would make the animals talk tonight.
Also there was my great-grandmother, the matriarch of the family. Always wearing a headscarf, she was said to have never ever in her life worn shoes and came to southern-silesia from eastern-galicia. In a train together with all of her 13 children, she always used to say that the germans were saints compared to the ukrainians.
But all of this is very distant, it's just a memory from far away and I see myself as a child moving in it like in an old movie.
Not really eastern slav here but I have childhood memories of early 00s Poland if that helps.
Streets all fucked up, when the car of my family (I was born in germany but we've visited our family over there every year) bumped over the deep holes in the streets my used to hold my head so it wouldn't bang against the seat.
Most of the cars were from soviet days still, only a few had western cars from the 90s.
Music was super cheap and cheesy disco polo with epileptic high-pitched beats and on parties there usually were 3L fake Coca Cola bottles for the children.
My mom's family was raised altogether on a small farm, so we usually spent most of the time there.
I played with the other kids of the family outside, we fed rhe rabbits in their rusty cages and played family in the barn. There was an old tireless car stranded on the field, we used to sit in at warm summer evenings.
In winter we would go to the higher points of the fields and take plastic bags with us on which we would glide down through the snow.
At christmas eve all the family gathered and had a meal, presents were given out and the children were told that over at the barn jesus christ would make the animals talk tonight.
Also there was my great-grandmother, the matriarch of the family. Always wearing a headscarf, she was said to have never ever in her life worn shoes and came to southern-silesia from eastern-galicia. In a train together with all of her 13 children, she always used to say that the germans were saints compared to the ukrainians.
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