I wrote something a little different this week — about a Soviet childhood holiday I didn't realize I'd forgotten until sixteen years of Canadian Julys had gone by. Ivan Kupala was the one day a year kids were allowed to soak strangers with buckets of water, and no one was supposed to mind — it meant good health for the year ahead. It's a pagan solstice ritual wearing a saint's name, one the USSR never managed to fully erase. This is about memory, emigration, and the strange things that outlast the systems built to stamp them out. Would love to hear if anyone else has a holiday like this from home.






















