A fairy-tale how my mama and papa met..

Of course it was interesting for me how my mama and papa had met each other. I thought about it quite a bit. I imagined it to be like in a fairy-tale, maybe like this:

But today I started to sneak in some archives and I found that it was even better!
They met in this bus: "Da Road Runner is a magical Bus that has been Taking Hippies to there dream destinations since Nov 2012."

This is my mom on the top of the bus by the way... She used to sleep there in Rainbow.
Then these couple of pictures of their adventures:
a romantic breakfast in Rainbow:

 Hitchhiking:

 They never found all the materials of mama and Nikita's documentary they'd been filming for half a year before mama met papa.. Because after they met papa left a bag with all the lenses and materials in one of the cars...

 This is a house they squated in Tulum. There was a big lock on the door but it didn't have a wall from the other side... Uncle Rob helped papa to repair the roof

 Because they never found the materials of old movie which papa lost they had to make another movie..  Nikita Bulgakov directed it on their way across Mexico. I decided to join them when I saw this scene:

And I did a couple of days later...
You can't see me on the poster but I'm there:

And this is the first picture of me:

About Crimea, daddy-dog and family Anarchy

Hi, diary lets talk about whats on everyones mind. Across the globe everybody speaks about Crimea now. I have something to say too! I've been there!  I went there with my parents for a New Years I must have been only two months old when I sat in a train from Kiev-Simferopol (capital of Crimea). We found this article: http://travel.nationalgeographic.com/travel/best-trips-2013/
""Best Trips 2013
The National Geographic Traveler editors present the new year's 20 must-see places.
Crimea. Playground of the tsars
"Russia needs its paradise,” Prince Grigory Potemkin, Catherine the Great’s general, wrote in 1782 urging the annexation of Crimea, and no wonder.
The Crimean Peninsula, with its voluptuously curved Black Sea coast of sparkling cliffs, is paradise—with Riviera-grade vistas but without Riviera prices. Balmy with 300 days of sun a year (“It is never winter here,” said the writer Anton Chekhov, who had a dacha {country home} near Yalta), the place served as the playground of tsars and Politburo fat cats. Russians practically wept when, after the breakup of the Soviet Union, Crimea was pulled out of the orbit of Russian rule and became part of an independent Ukraine...""
Crimea was the first one on the list! We were going there - pretty exiting..
I haven't seen that many places yet to compare, but the landscape of Crimea was marvelous. I'll just show you some pictures:

Unfortunately we only visited the Eastern part of the peninsula - Feodosia, Koktebel, Sudak.. We decided to leave famous Yalta or tatar Bahchisaray or pro-Russian (Now russian) Sevastopol for summer... We wanted to take my American grandma and grandpa there. And now what? This war is ruining all of our plans!
Back to the story about what happened to me in Crimea: I laughed for the first time in my life there - the reason was pretty ridiculous: I was elected by my family for the post of the President of 2 beds! There was not much else in the room where we stayed.. My mom became Prime-Minister and dad got role of Dog!
Her I am laughing:

Papa:

All the family together:

During the daytime when everybody was on duty everything was good.. But when the night would come my father took revenge  - he named me meat-bag! Just because I wasn't in a mood to sleep and was practicing my singing skills! He put me in a baby bag and took me out to the balcony. Actually - I never thought about it - maybe he wanted to share my talent with all the inhabitants of the district.. but I often became sleepy quickly, maybe it disappointed my father, that's why he called me a meat-bag...
Then we saw swans in the sea, very beautiful, very fat.

We thought to catch one for dinner - to feel ourselves like Russian tsars... But it appeard to be beyond our abilities - that's when we realized that monarchy (like democracy) was not our style either.  After this incident we switched the regime in our family to anarchy and we never were disappointed since then- it works just fine for us!

This picture was taken in art-barricade in Maidan.

HAPPY ST PATRICK'S DAY to the WORLD! HAPPY WAR!

This St. Patrick's day... It's the first one in my life. I'm young - 4 months and 17 days old, I have some Irish blood - from my father, and I'd like to celebrate!

But we live in Kiev, Ukraine... Imagine! Nobody gives a fuck about St. Patrick here today! They are all preparing for WAR! What is it? Some Slavic holiday? Is it fun? Mom and Dad won't tell me. They only whisper this word at night before going to bed and discuss their dreams about it in the morning...
Today my mama gave me this:

She made it the other day while I was fast asleep after a long yoga class. They call it an OBEREG (from the word DEFENSE)... I think it's a present? Maybe Mama's superstitious? Anyway I tried it - not very tasty but it looks nice. Thanks, mom! I know you love me.
Papa went to Lviv, (it's that beautiful city with nice people in Western Ukraine, I've been there) and now he is going to Poland with a friend- another American living in Ukraine .. They need to go out from the country every 3 months not to break some boring law or something. I bet it's interesting what they are doing.. Dad went without us (me and mom) because I don't have any citizenship and it means that I can't cross any borders and my mom is just Russian which is almost a shame to be right now, at least in this country.. And she doesn't have a schengen visa.

But it didn't stop us from having some adventures too! So how did we spend this fun Irish day? We went to a Ukrainian military town by mommies Russian car!
It was a very nice trip - we helped 3 people on the way by giving them a ride. One of them was a babushka (an old lady) smelling like a homeless, her back hurted, she hardly could walk... she was so touched that mom didn't take her 5 grivnas (50 cents) for the ride that decided to share her story with us: "Oh, daughter! I have such a big trouble in my life! I live with my grand daughter and she has tuberculosis"... - very nice.. good thing that I already had my shots. And we had to go through a big snow storm on our way back... But everything else was great! We were visiting our friend's parents. His father is military, his younger brother is military too. The brother is on the border with Crimea already which is a secret from the parents yet... These Slavs have a lot of superstitions.. I guess it includes me too actually...
At the entrance to the town 2 guys with automatic guns were checking suspicious cars, ours was one of them of course. Mom opened the trunk - we have summer tires there. They looked inside - "From Maidan? or on your way there?" - Ukrainian revolution humor, I don't blame you if you can't understand..
HAPPY ST PATRICK'S DAY to the WORLD! HAPPY WAR!

Your lovely baby Rita

P.S. I hope I'll be in the dreams of my daddy this night instead of that holiday... He is in mine already!