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OUR LIFE MONTHLY, published by Ukrainian National Women's League of America VOL XXXVII NOVEMBER 1980 ______________________ N° 10 EDITORIAL The journey through life of a nation, as that of an indi vidual, is not always smooth and even. At times it reaches great heights; at other times, it sinks into tremendous depths. Amidst daily troubles or joys, we rarely notice the rapid passage of time; at times, we are even unaware of where we are heading, whether or not we are nearing our chosen goals. Events are like milestones on a winding road; we can look behind us, as well as looking ahead in anticipation of what is to come. Looking back, we see our mistakes and can learn through them; looking ahead, we know what to expect. Sometimes, a minute obstacle in the near future obscures that which is greater, that toward which we are striving. It obscures our “vision" to such an extent that we lose perspective of what is large and what is small. Those small, but near obstacles, appear to be of uncomparable importance. They are able to get us off the main track; we utilize all our strengths to avoid them. But, as time passes, on some further bend in the road, we once more catch sight of our overreaching goal. We are again able to distin guish between the large and the small. But have we learned by our mistake? Do we ignore small stones which are in our path? Do wemovethemaside?Ordoweremain blinded by inconsequential obstacles? Such a milestone, such a bend in the road of the journey of life of our nation is November 1st, 1918. Looking into history, into various documents of that time, WOMEN FROM EVERYWHERE there arises great admiration for our fathers and our fore fathers. We m ust caretul ly study the ci rcumstances of that event and use it as a valuable learning experience for the future. Also of great importance are internal enemies, internal obstacles which keep us from our goals. Unfor tunately, there are those who lack faith in our cause; there are those who do not believe in our nation’s immortality. The polemic article “Belief in our nation’s immorta lity”, although written over 60 years ago, is still of actuality and great importance today. For us it is not yet a time of peace and creativity. Ukraine and its people have undergone tremendous tests: the hunger of 1933, terrorisms, persecutions. The iron curtain has kept all news of these tragedies from the ears of the world. Yet behind the iron curtain, hope has not yet died. In the 1960’s, there was born a movement of artists and writers, such as Symonenko, Chornovil, Svit- lychnyj, Zalyvacha, Alla Horska... In the 1970’s, the Helsinski Groups appeared and are still flourishing. They are as desert flowers, forcing their way through the barrenness, breaking out of their confines, exceeding their limitations. Thus, the belief in our immortality will never die. Translated by M. Jarymowycz MOTRIA KUSHNIR If I had never had the opportunity to attend the second United Nations conference for women in Copenhagen this July, I would have missed meeting some of the most extraordinary women of our time. Take Saturday, my first full day in Denmark, when waiting for the bus became an event worth remembering. First, I must set the stage by explaining that the official opening of the conference was to be on Monday, July 14. Members of the press were invited to arrive earlier for a 2-day briefing over the weekend of the 12th and 13th. So, after a quick and solitary breakfast, I rushed to the bus stop to wait for the 44 bus that I had been told would take me directly to the Bella Center where the press briefing was being held. I had not been waiting more than a few minutes when Arami Diop — I will be spelling names as best I can and hoping that their owners forgive my inadvertent errors — made her appearance. A radio reporter from Senegal, she spoke fluent French and English, as well as a language spoken in her native village. She was a large, tall woman whose hair was braided into countless spaghetti-thin plaits. She had extremely black skin, high cheek bones and beautiful cat’s eyes. Her toes were frozen, she informed me, and her skin was getting dry from the cold and harsh climate. We compare notes on where we had travelled in the past. She’d been to the United States, a country she liked very much. Arami especially liked American cosmetics, particularly the "Love" brand. She had come to Copenhagen to report on the conference for both the newspapers and the radio in her country. Her current trip to the Bella Center was for the purpose of finding out about radio broadcast facilities. Our chat was interrupted by Kathy Barry, who had no trouble deducing that Arami and I were in Copenhagen for the women’s conference. Introductions were repeated all around. Needless to say, my fellow conferees wanted to know about my press credentials 22 НАШЕ ЖИТТЯ, ЛИСТОПАД 1980 Видання C оюзу Українок A мерики - перевидано в електронному форматі в 2012 році . A рхів C У A - Ню Йорк , Н . Й . C Ш A.
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