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Anarchy in the Ukraine

Racing along a bumpy Ukrainian highway at over 200km in my friend Sasha's custom-modified Mercedes, I entered eastern Europe's bravest new world

By Julian Evans   March 2009

Central Odessa on a summer Saturday night takes some beating. Crazily tall young women and their athletic boyfriends stroll in clusters on a grid of warm, acacia-shadowed pavements in an atmosphere of imminent hedonistic surrender. The restaurants and cafés, both folkloric and minimalist, are full. Competing sound systems, the volume fractionally too loud for anyone over 35, merge in and out of each other on the warm air all the way from the spruce municipal gardens at the bottom of the pedestrianised Deribasovskaya Street to the Opera and Ballet Theatre at the top; and carried on the billions of jiggling…

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