And I felt a kind of stuffiness, not just in the traditional education systems, but also geographically, because the town is small: you get on your bike in February, ride from one end to the other in an hour, and that’s it — the railway is next. I really wanted to break out. But my good memory is that I got Professor Kovalchuk, who was a Sixtier, who had fled from Kyiv in his time and found refuge at Nizhyn University. And when he looked at me in my fourth year — I had a short haircut, wide-leg pants, you know, I was into the subcultures — he looked at me and said, “Olia, Sosiura and Tychyna won't fly. Looking at you… Let's do Ukrainian postmodernism.” This was the fourth year, and we hadn't even gotten to postmodernism yet. I said, “What's in it?” He said, “Oksana Zabuzhko. Fieldwork in Ukrainian Sex. You'll have fun.” I am so grateful to him, because with all that, I plunged into Ukrainian postmodernism, which swallowed me whole, because they wrote differently there — there was Andrukhovych, Izdryk, Zhadan — his first Big Mac [short story collection]. And I was so interested. And so I just sort of… they gave me a C in the fourth [year], and at the end, they told me, “You'll get an [honors degree] if you pass the final exams with an A.” I don't even know why. It wasn't my goal. And after the fourth [year], I was done: bachelor's degree in hand, off to Kyiv. But my aunt stopped me and said, “So you'll go. In your last year of your life at university, you'll go to work, you won't get to study. Believe me, once you start working, you won't have the time. Write your thesis, you like books. Take a break.” I was also studying journalism on the second shift, which was also a mess. In Nizhyn, you could basically take a third major. It was so provincial, but you know, it was a good study in what journalism shouldn't be. And I vividly remember this dive into literature and the opportunity to hang out in the library in this small, lazy town, because there was nothing else to do, nowhere to work. But this feeling of stuffiness, as if you were arrested in this place. And that's how Kovalchuk opened my eyes, and at 22, I read Fieldwork, those sentences spanning two or three pages, several times over, but I really, truly liked it. And my defense was very funny, because I got some guy who headed the journalism department here in Kyiv, and he, looking at me, said… There was such a great question. And I was all about postmodernism: Lyotard, Baudrillard, I'd read it all, Derrida — I knew it by heart. And he says to me, “Miss, tell me honestly, as a woman to a man. You've read this text,” and back then, you remember, there were scandals surrounding this text, this was around 2004. Though it's funny to me, because she wrote it in [19]96. And he says, “Miss, as a woman to a man, tell me, I've read this text, and the woman has told me all her secrets. Will she still be interesting to me now?” And I said, “Mister, if you are so easily frightened by such secrets, then I feel very sorry for you.” And Kovalchuk is standing there, smiling. I was just like, a stupid question gets a stupid answer. I walked out, and he said, “Olia, you need to get the hell out of Nizhyn.”