In the 70s and 80s the language in the little towns of central Crimea was… I would call it Ukrussian with a hint of the Tatar’s language blended in… My grandma educated me on the household differences… There were homes with lots of half-naked kids running around and playing in the dirt, where the oldest kids were taking care of the youngest. The back yards had nothing, but weeds. Some of the households kept a cow. Those were migrants from Russia, attracted by the warm climate and promise of a house… Ukrainian migrant’s yards were green with happy crops. Kids had daily chores of taking care of the house, livestock, garden, etc. The kids usually played outside in the afternoon once their chores were done. I remember helping my friend with her chores so we could play sooner… Tatars… My grandma had no faith in them. She used to teach me: "Never buy their farm produce when you grow up, because they fertilize crops with human urine"… I believe the difference between Christia...