First Visit Final Stage.

As I waited in a very large waiting room in Kiev's International Railway station surrounded by people talking in a language I did not understand. Tanya had prior to leaving arranged for someone to help me make contact with Anatoli, but how. Then I saw a man holding aloft a cardboard hand written placard with what looked like my name written on it. I made myself known to him and he took me by taxi to an apartment in a block of high rise flats. Everything was an experience,the people, buildings,trams, the Metro, streets, markets, everything. Sasha the man who collected me and his wife gave me borsh, bread and tea. I tried out some Russian words I knew, smiles all round but no understanding. About two hours later my friend Anatoli arrived and asked me why I never told him I was coming to Ukraine at that time. I suppose in retrospect I should have, but as he had said come anytime, I thought I would surprise him. When I left Scotland to go over I had no idea of the difficultie I would face trying to get there, but you live and learn. I was in Ukraine in Eastern Europe for the first time. Anatoli took me in the rush hour to his apartment, we travelled by Metro and tram what a journey, like sardines jammed in carriages on the Metro. That night I slept in a bed after three nights on buses, it was
great. The next few days were spent making arrangments to visit the hospital I had come to
visit. What would it be like, I was a bit apprehensive, what would the Doctors and hospital administrators think about me coming to their hospital.