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JUNEAU IMPRESSIONS A Slice of Alaska by TAMARA STADNYCHENKO North Sawyer Glacier and icebergs. Tracy Arm Fjord. It is a trip that you cannot really prepare for the way you prepare for trips to Ukraine, or France, or Disneyworld. It takes you by surprise, dispelling all illusions and replacing them with countless new ones. You can, perhaps, immerse yourself in Alaska lore by reading the novels of James Michner and Edna Ferber and Jack London. For those who prefer non-fiction, there is the the bizarre and riveting Going to Extremes by Joe McGinnis. You can also watch re-runs of "Northern Exposure" or documentaries about the Exxon-Valdez oil spill, or summon up from some long forgotten time history lessons about the great Alaska Purchase (once mocked as Seward's Ice Box) or the Klondike Gold Rush. They are all true; they are all false. They are as real and unreal as the comer of Alaska that you finally find, for the biggest truth of all is that Alaska is BIG and a lifetime of trips cannot show you all of it. And so you settle for a slice, a segment, hoping that you can return, to see and experience more of it, to try to resolve at least some of its ambiguities and mysteries. The mystery that is Alaska is often couched in absurdity. It begins with the first time you mention to people any vague intentions of going there. To Alaska? Everyone assumes that you are taking a cruise. Eveiy- one else assumes you will freeze. And everyone Ukrainian thinks you will run into pianist Juliana Os- inchuk. People were surprised and even a little disen chanted when they learned that I was simply flying from Newark to Seattle and then from Seattle to Juneau. And I didn't freeze. It rained some, but mostly it was a pleas ant and sunny seventy-five degrees. And I never did bump into pianist Juliana Osinchuk. She lives in An chorage which is to Juneau as New York is to Chicago. The airline people who service the lower forty- eight are as baffled as the rest. While I was waiting for my luggage at the airport in Juneau, it sat in Seattle, its Continental Air claim ticket boldly labelled AK, the cargo crew not knowing what to do with it. The Alaska Airline agent who "found" it just by glancing at the claim ticket explained. "It's rather like waiting at Orly Airport in Paris for a suitcase that has been sent to 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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