It sounds kind of cheesy, but my long lost family is exactly what brought me to this tiny village. My grandmother and her family left the village when she was ten, but her brother, seven years old, stayed behind, and raised his family. It was absolutely amazing, everyone was so happy to meet me. If there's one word in Ukrainian I won't forget, it's yeesht, eat. Constantly my family was telling me yeesht, yeesht, and stuffing me full of all kinds of great Ukrainian food as well as countless vodka toasts. It felt like something out of a movie when my aunt Anna came to meet me at the train station, I was holding a newspaper so they could recognize me, she saw me and started waving and ran up and hugged and kissed me. When
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