Yes, it’s the post you’ve all been waiting for! (Well, I think a couple of people have been curious, anyway.) I spent entirely more time than I should admit in making videos coming from the street outside into my apartment, and then found I could not insert them. In any case, these non-moving pictures should still give you a sense of the place. I can email my videos to anyone who would like to get the complete experience along with running commentary; my one disclaimer would be that although I can view them without problem on my iphone, when I view them on my computer they are rotated sideways. If you are more technologically advanced than I am or don’t mind turning your computer on its side (or craning your neck), please send me an email at email@example.com, and simply say, “Videos, please!” and I will be happy to send them to you (especially since then my hours will not have gone to waste! :))
On my very first day in Cherkasy, I went to see five apartments with my great helper, Olga, and a driver, and decided on this one. It is in the absolute center of town, in the building next to the main bus stop. There are stores and restaurants all along the road, and a shopping center across the street. You have to walk around to the back of the building to enter, and the entryway and elevator feel a bit sketchy. I have been assured, though, that it is reasonably safe. If you watch the videos you can see what I am talking about.
The second day that I was living here, it was early evening and I was on my way up in the scary elevator. My fears were fully realized when it jerked to a stop and the light shut off. In the pitch black, I felt for the call box and spoke into it that the elevator had stopped. Of course, the woman who responded spoke no English. When I said in Russian that I didn’t understand Russian, she spoke more loudly. So there I was, stuck in a pitch black elevator with someone yelling at me in Russian over the intercom, for what seemed like a very long time but was perhaps only 5 minutes or so. Finally the elevator jerked back to life and when it opened, I was thrilled to escape even though it was the wrong floor. I now carry a flashlight with me at all times and have learned to say the building address in Russian into the intercom if it happens again.
The apartment itself is on the 9th (and 10th) floors of the building, at the top. It is by all means a luxury apartment here in Cherkasy, and I am very fortunate to have it. The driver who took us around to look at apartments even took pictures of it. Please, come in!