The feeling in Kyiv is nebulous, like some faceless entity actively trying to take your life Last weekend was Thanksgiving Day weekend. It’s the time to find the pants with the elastic waistband and put new batteries in the TV remote for the start of the hockey season, CFL rivalries and the baseball postseason. Here in Kyiv I didn’t have my traditional thanksgiving, but I do have an abundance of things to be thankful for. On Sunday, I took the metro to the Petrivka market. Kyiv is a city of three million and the Petrivka market is the city’s collective...