A soldier with a massive neck, body bursting out of his uniform, buttons straining, machine gun slung down his back, saw me coming. John Candy blocked my way. He asked me where I was going.
UKRAINIAN FUDGE BY JAMES ROBERTOVICH MARTIN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 88
I reached the Ukraine border at 23:15. My Ukraine visa expired at midnight. Fifteen cars wer…