Via Anu. I just watched this video and cried and cried and cried. Ted's friend Stefan's funny face and small stature reminded my of my great-Dido, and I haven't heard those Slavic dulcet-toned English phrases in 24 years since my great-grandparents died within 9 months of each other. I haven't heard Ukrainian spoken regularly since my grandfather died in 1992 and Baba could only talk in her mother's tongue to the ladies at church. Ted in this film talks the way my great-grandparents talked, and thinks the way they and my grandparents thought, and like his grocery store it is all dead and gone and diluted into Canadian mainstream culture. I'm grateful for the film and happy to see it but it touches something so sensitive inside that I can never touch again, and it's a sorrow as wide and deep as all Galicia.