The mashrutka was, as usual, crammed with people. No way to get to the driver and pay. ‘What’s the fare?’, I asked to my young, pretty and kind travel mate for the occasion. ‘One seventy five’, she said. I handed a 2 hrivna banknote to the passenger in the seat ahead of mine and instinctively gave up the change: who would care to pay me back 25 kopeks, scarcely 3 euro cents?
To my astonishment, a couple of minutes later some passenger put into my hand the despised quarter coin…