Soleful Memories: A Journey Through Shoes
Back when I was just a little girl, barely into my teens, my parents whisked me away to this magical store reserved exclusively for families of World War II veterans, thanks to my grandpa’s service and his prized store pass. Picture this: Ukraine, still firmly in the grip of the Soviet era, with a scarcity of pretty much everything. Stepping into that store felt like hitting the jackpot. While my parents nudged me towards practical boots for our brutal winters,…