You Will Feel it in the Price of Bread: A Love Letter to Ukraine
By Katya Hudson
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Katya Hudson
Katya Hudson was brought up in Kyiv by her Ukrainian Mum and British Dad, and Babushka Zhana, her beloved and indomitable granny. After several years away she returned in 2020 and embraced her home anew, revelling in the vibrancy of the city and its buzzing culture. She graduated in Summer 2022 from Kingston University and is currently living in Paris.
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You Will Feel it in the Price of Bread - Katya Hudson
You Will Feel It
in the
Price of Bread
Katya Hudson
I dedicate this book to my ‘rodyna’ now spread far and wide.
To my mother, who travels back to Ukraine too often for me to react anymore.
To my father, who keeps saying ‘how lucky we are, considering’.
To my sister who continues to do clothes sales to fund the Ukrainian army.
To my brother who sends me Ukrainian army memes.
And of course, to Babushka with whom a year on, I am finally reunited.
Who yesterday mistook the sound of a vacuum cleaner for sirens.
Who tries her hardest to only speak Ukrainian now.
Who, sitting across from me now as I write, wears a t-shirt on which ‘HOPE’ is printed in silver English letters. I don’t think she knows what it says.
I dedicate this book to the people of Ukraine, my home, my ‘rodyna’.
Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Childhood
Babushka Zhana
Bread
Kyiv wasn’t cool yet
Hearing changes
Dacha
A different kind of storm
30 days
And now
Postscript
And Now…
Copyright
Childhood
I was born on 21st January in Kyiv, Ukraine. On what she describes as a bitterly cold day, Mama gave birth to me in a state hospital that has existed since the USSR. My dad wasn’t allowed in the room. I was small: when she held me on her arm, with my head in her hand, my toes didn’t reach her elbow. She named me Katya, Katherine for my English dad.
In the office, from left to right: Lada (Mama), Beatty (my sister), me, Tetya Zhana (my aunt).
I spoke Russian at home, Ukrainian at school, English to my dad. Watching TV on a pirated Sky box, we would get English programmes, then later we had the luxury of Disney and Cartoon Network. My parents were always at work; my dad was an architect and Mama a linguist. Together they ran a real estate company, usually coming home at nine at night. When I heard their keys in the door I would jump out of bed and run down our long yellow corridor to hug the cold of their coats.
In the morning my Dad would make coffee for my mum, hot chocolate for me and Beatty (my younger sister), with his special ‘frothy’ technique. Then he would make us packed lunches, sandwiches usually on brown bread, usually soggy by the time we ate them at school from the pickles between the cheese.
After school, my Babushka (grandmother) would pick us up. She busied herself making stacks of pancakes, which we would eat with jam from the Dacha. A Dacha is a small plot of land, a summer house outside of the city used to relax and cultivate fruit and vegetables; common for Ukrainian families.
Our Dacha was in Poltava. Bought by Zhana and her late husband Serozha as far from the Chernobyl disaster as possible. It was a place to get away from city life and breathe clean air. In childhood, this place was full of family, berries and washing ourselves in the shower outside, its water heated in a vat by the sun. We would brave the outdoor toilet, a glorified pit in the ground, where the spiders were sustained by my cousin Yaroslav, who caught and fed them flies. On the long road to the river, we’d steal handfuls of berries from branches overhanging fences. This walk was soundtracked