someone that I used to know

[Iwan1971]

Hello,

Nearly 10 years ago I found a lovely Ukrainian woman. It al began with romantic love letters. In 3 months time we exchanged over 150 long letters. I just had to see her face to face. Bud I was financially out of luck in those days. Had a bad job and bills were stacking up. But still from my last money I bought a ticket from Amsterdam to Kiev. Naive as I was I thought that everything would be cheap in Ukraine anyway. And a lot of things were bud not hotels and such. Olga met me at Borispol 20 minutes after I landed. I still remember the taxi-drivers flocking around me as I was searching the big hall looking for a flinch of my dearly beloved. Bud No Olga in site. One of the man asked me "where do you want to go?" 'Krivoy Rogg' I replied. I saw the pupils of this man widen. Little did I know at the time that Krivoy Rogg was around 500 km driving, so it would make this man's year. Irritated and scared that Olga wasn't there I desperately went to the kiosk in the middle of the hall and asked the lady behind the counter if she wanted to announce me to Olga so she could find me. This was the first time I heard my name Iwan spoken out as Vanya trough the airports sounds system. Not much later Olga appeared slightly out of breath (she was stuck in traffic) seconds felt like minutes now. Instantly I lost my anger and fear, there was only joy. Maybe it sounds crazy but it really was like we were in a film and we were on slow-motion. We embraced and started a conversation that lasted for the rest of the day. We took a taxi to a friend of her and had something to eat and drink. After that Olga told me that she had found an apartment for the weekend but it wasn't very nice. I though naively that all apartments in Kiev would be crap anyway. The place was dreadful, dirty, old furniture, toilet and cold. And still I found this al very romantic. We both were very tired from running al day and nerves. But first we had to do some shopping. We got some food from a little store around the corner and wanted to put in on a plate but only to find out that everything was brown from dirt. So we cleaned for about 3 hours and that was only the kitchen. I remember there were pictures of naked woman on the wall above the stove. We ashumed this place was from a sailor because we found a safety vest and sailors clothes. Of course these were dirty too. The toilet had to be flushed with a big bottle of water. Bud there was a large bathtub! We heated up the chicken and Ukrainian pasta. Eat and did the dishes again. I remembered suddenly that I forgot to give Olga my present to her. So when we opened the wine I gave her the perfume. She told me her present was to be given later. Naively again I thought it would be a tour of Kiev. Finally deciding to go to sleep I went to brush and wash first. I was already sleeping when a loud cough woke me up (there might have bin a stamp on the floor) there was Olga in the doorway dressed in a blue nightdress. I didn't see that it was my present promised earlier. Still half a sleep I welcomed her into bed kissed her (for the first time) goodnight. Bud she kept kissing me and I didn't wanted to be impolite so I kissed her back. The night wasn't for sleeping at all. From the photographs the next day I can still see how tired we really were. But our feelings for each other was much stronger. For the first time in my life I felt so much love coming from her.
The next day when we finally succeed to leave the apartment I was walking on air, cloud nine or seven. Before I went to Kiev I always thought that the people here were grim and depressed. But I couldn't be more wrong. Was it us or them? I still don't know for sure. But everybody was friendly and cheerful! We went to old district in Kiev were the artist, painters, poets and writers used to live. Olga and I were drunk with love and nothing else matters. I never was more sure of in my life that Olga was the one for me. Normaly I am a patient man and calmly waiting until al my thoughts are counted for. But there was no doubt in my . So I asked her on the third day to marry me. She kindly excepted my request. I still didn't know when or where but who cares at such times anyway.
The next day we took the midnight train to Krivoy Rogg. For the first time in my life I travelled first class. A whole coupé just for us. I wish I could tell that we spent a quiet night in there but I can't. And those walls in these trains are not well isolated if you know what I mean. Early in the morning when I went to the toilet I saw an old lady in the coupé not next to us but after the next and she was looking at me amazed that I was the man who caused al that noise and then angry that she didn't slept at least nor more then we did.
I met her mother and father they were nice people. Olga herself was very good educated and her parents where pretty smart too. Mother a professor in mathematics and father an engineer in mining. Olga was teaching at the University. I could talk with them about Agatha Christy and about how they liked the flowers from Holland. It didn't took long as I felt like family with them. The love between Ola and me grew stronger every day and the days went by fast. She took me back to Kiev. We visited the old monastery and the war memorial al very impressive. I remember standing in the tower freezing my but of as it was -25 c. The next morning she took me back to Borispol and waved goodbye. That was the last time I saw here. I could hear her heart breaking and so was mine. Because I didn't just go home. I went back to reality.
I promised Olga that I would send her a ticked in 1 or months. Of course little did I know about the rules and regulation at the time. Things were not to bad though I found a job fast and started to make money. Hoping to pay of that stack of bills and then be able to get Olga here. But when you rush things it will go wrong somehow. We spook on the phone everyday. I started to develop crazy idea's and thought it would help us. But instead it made us driving apart. I didn't tell about the bills and other problems I had. Didn't want to scare her or make her lose hope. And when she found out when I confessed these things to her she became angry at me and not much later broke of with me.
Out of desperation I robbed my boss for a few thousand euro's wanted to travel straight to her and get her back. But my friend stopped me. I gave the money back to the boss and I was lucky he didn't call the police about it.
Time went by. Some days I didn't think about her. Days went into weeks but never months even when I had a new relation with someone else. Ten years later I still miss her, wondering how she is doing. Is she married, children maybe? I really want to find out.

Iwan van der Heiden

[Muzh]

I'm really sorry to hear your story. I wish you all the luck finding out what happened Olga.

[CDW]

If you still have her home address, you can write to her and find out.   Alternatively, if you remember her full name, you can try to go google search or perhaps she is in the Facebook

[pemdas1983]

Nearly 10 years ago I found a lovely Ukrainian woman... Ten years later I still miss her, wondering how she is doing. Is she married, children maybe? I really want to find out.

You can always try looking her up on facebook.

[Anotherkiwi]

A waste of time replying, however helpful the suggestions - Iwan hasn't been here since April 15.

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Thanks - that I didn't know.

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[Jumper]

It's ten years prior and life moves on??/ so personally i wouldn't live in the past,
or expect her to have the same fond memories,
but if you want to try and find out where her life took her..

I would think odnoklassniki or Vkontakte would be better luck of finding her than the far more US based  facebook ??? 


Try here ..


http://www.odnoklassniki.ru/


http://vk.com/




A sizable percentage of RW would have a profile  on one or the other?




another place to look would be


http://mail.ru/


as many might have a mail.ru account and profile.