berliner rundfunk has competition now
I was thrilled to discover that I could get streaming Ukrainian radio, straight outta Lviv (sort of the capital of Western or "left bank" Ukraine, and thus more likely to broadcast in Ukrainian and not Russian). A chance to listen to spoken Ukrainian without having to go to church! I told myself. Since I'd been bracing myself to attend Catholic Mass at the one place the hottie at the consulate told me I could expect to find big groups of Ukrainians around here.
Note to self: bad pop music knows no boundaries.
Or maybe I'm just doomed to have Cher's Do You Believe in the Power of Love? trail me around to the end of my days. I mean, everywhere I went in Madagascar in '99, that song was on. I am doomed. Doomed, I tell you.