ill-fated trip to the ukraine (was: a trip to germany) − August, 1992
i was headed to kiev, ukraine, to go to school. the soviet union was a very recent memory at that point, and the ukraine didn't have its own consulate here. they told me it wouldn't be a problem just getting a visa at the border.
i flew to frankfurt, got my stuff all set up at the train station (i was taking the train through poland), then talked to some people about the visa situation. i was told that i could purchase my visa for $1,000 cash at the ukrainian border. um, what?
i contacted the family whose number my dad had given me; he was a DEA agent in germany, and my dad had worked with him before. they picked me up at the train station, took me to their apartment, and put me up. he investigated the visa situation and told me that yes, that was the case.
i got a flight back to the US three days later. in the meantime, they took me all over the place so i could see frankfurt and the surrounding area. they were super-nice, and i don't even know their names!!
i flew to frankfurt, got my stuff all set up at the train station (i was taking the train through poland), then talked to some people about the visa situation. i was told that i could purchase my visa for $1,000 cash at the ukrainian border. um, what?
i contacted the family whose number my dad had given me; he was a DEA agent in germany, and my dad had worked with him before. they picked me up at the train station, took me to their apartment, and put me up. he investigated the visa situation and told me that yes, that was the case.
i got a flight back to the US three days later. in the meantime, they took me all over the place so i could see frankfurt and the surrounding area. they were super-nice, and i don't even know their names!!
kaiserdom - frankfurt...
