Journey back to Scotland

I watched the ballot boxes being opened and emptied on large tables pushed together to allow about 20 people and officials. They worked fast each person collecting a pile of ballot papers and sorting them into batches. When they were finished sorting, a woman standing at one end of the table took the batches of ballot papers lifting them one at a time reading out who's name was on the ballot paper. All you heard her saying was Yanacovich,or Yushchenko in a loud clear voice. At the end of all this the ballot papers were put in large sealed envelopes to be taken to a secure building in the city where only people of official standing could enter to see the final results from all the Polling Stations in the Region.We left Dnepropetrovsk the following morning to return to Kiev. On the way home we stopped at a roadside memorial cross to a politician called Chernobyl who died at this spot when his car ran into a large blacked out truck parked across the road one dark night. When I left Kiev on a bus to Belgium it was night time and the bus passed many bonfires surrounded by supporters of Yushchenko, chanting his name. In Lvov cars full of young men drove round and round the streets shouting Yushchenko,Yushchenko and sounding the car horns in a pattern like his name.It was unlike any other political scenarios I had seen. A few years later the Ukrainian people have become disillusioned with the Political landscape.On my arrival in Scotland I continued to follow the News about Ukraine holding another, election free of corruption.