Hello, I am Dima, I am 20 years old and stay in Kiev, Ukraine. I am also a student of a sociological department of the Polytechnic University. Every Monday I participate in recording of a TV program and want to show you what it means to work at a television station.
The main morning ritual consists in searching for glasses and their subsequent wearing.
I am looking into the window and see a lot of snow in the street.
My room is all in a mess.
Another part of my room.
I have just taken a shower.
I am reading the news.
My grandmother is awake and we can drink coffee now.
There is no bread left and I need to go and buy some.
I am ready to go.
This is where I live.
I love the place.
But I wish it could have been cleaner.
The snow hills along the road will be increasing in size in the course of winter and are called by local citizens in the honor of the former mayor of Kiev.
Independence Square. The column is called differently by common people but the names are too rude to be stated here.
A beautiful lady next to her scarlet wagon.
I can smoke for a while.
The other part of the square.
The purpose of the difficult journey of mine is the shop Ukrainian Bread.
I have come back home and made a tasty sandwich. ‘August 1956, Crisis in the North Korea’.
I read for a long time as it is dark in the street already.
I need to be at the TV station by 6:30.
An entrance hallway.
This is what my street looks like in the winter.
I need to reach the subway.
There are no many people in the subway.
We’ll go to the TV center.
Everybody is there in the studio.
The studio is very high.
This is our place.
Guys have occupied their places.
It is me.
We are ready for shooting.
The shooting is over by 8 p.m.
Now we can smoke and relax.
The corridors are empty.
The street in the snow looks so beautiful.
My wife is scared to drive in winter and we have to use public transport.
I have noticed the transport we have waited for so long.
I am taking my wife to her house.
And go back.
People are playing football in spite of the weather.
I am at home.
My room is all red in the evening.
Compare the light in my room and in the kitchen.
I am late for supper. I will tell my grandmother about my day while eating.
She won’t eat with me because it is too late.
Now I can read the news.
And talk to my wife.
Eat some fruits.
It is almost midnight. I need to brush my teeth and go to bed.
It is a winter fairy-tale in the street. Thank you for spending the day with me.
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