It was a complete culture shock moving from Kiev to Bournemouth at the age of 15. I’d just established my proper friendship circle, and then was put through this crazy adjustment and had to start all over again.
In Bournemouth, the roads were different and the houses seemed smaller. It was all tower blocks back home. There weren’t many places for us to hang out other than the playgrounds. Obviously we had the underground in Kiev, but I remember taking the train to school and it feeling like a very English moment: running for it in the morning, riding four stops to a place I’d dread going to, even if there were a lot of good times I had there. Thankfully, I’d been learning how to speak English from the age of seven, so I guess knowing the language meant I could understand the humour and the jokes of my schoolmates, but I was watching things like Friends and English-language films to catch up when I arrived.