Outside the ‘Lybly Kavy’ coffee shop in Odesa, there’s a black bench. A bench that’s been to hell and back. A bench that like Ukraine, is battered but still standing strong.
My two years of duolingo ukrainian lessons tell me that the shop is pronounced something like "loobloo kavo" -- I have ancestors who came to the US from Odessa, and I hope to visit some day. I hope when I get there, I can sit at this bench and drink this coffee 🙏🏼 ☕
Ukraine will survive and prosper with people like Kostya - and many of them will no doubt sit on the bench, drink great coffee and be free again.
My two years of duolingo ukrainian lessons tell me that the shop is pronounced something like "loobloo kavo" -- I have ancestors who came to the US from Odessa, and I hope to visit some day. I hope when I get there, I can sit at this bench and drink this coffee 🙏🏼 ☕
Thank you for sharing this story, Felicity. I look forward to one day enjoying a coffee at Kostya’s. Slava Ukraini 🇺🇦
Great story, thanks for posting.
Coffee on the edge....if it’s going to be your last...it has to be heavenly!!!!!
I'll have the nuclear espresso.