CLUB PICASSO
It was on Zelena Vulytsia, Green Street. The club was a third of the way up on a hill off of Ivan Franko Street. It had gas masks on the wall and a dark orange and greenish interior with low indirect multicolored lighting – just the way you expect a dance club to be. It was just off the beaten path of the tram tracks. Nothing in it reminded you of Picasso except the name. It had a service bar at the back with several leggy waitresses in tight black hot pants serving the tables. Nicholas has been there twice. The first time was with his writer friend from Ivano-Frankivsk, Andriy Yurkevych. “Frankivsk” as the locals called it was a three-plus bumpity bump, screech, lurch and halt, dusty train ride from Leopolis. Andriy was staying at Nicholas’s place in the guest bedroom that h
