On my last morning in Serafyntsi I took a walk from my cousin Maria’s house to the centre of the village. It took about 15 minutes. In the heart of the village I took a moment to drink everything in; it’s hard to imagine a more idyllic place. Cue the owl hooting.
I headed back home a few minutes later, only to be greeted by Sergey in his van, worried that I’d become lost and couldn’t find my way home.
If you’re where I think, and if this town is like the nearby (regional capital?) Horodenka, then I think it’s worth a mention that the passivity here is thickly underlain by WWII atrocities. e.g. the selective massacre of all the Jews (half the population of Horodenka, acc to Wikipedia).
“pacificity,” not “passivity” I mean.
Yes, Serafyntsi is about 2 km from Horodenka.
I have family from 65km to the south in Chernivtsky (as well as from the countries north and south across the current borders). Everybody I heard tale about bugged out before WWII.