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Growing up in the neighbourhood known as Ukrainian Village in Chicago in the mid-1960s, Peter Doroshenko barely knew a word of English before he was five. His parents were from Ukraine and, in the Second World War, had both fled across the Atlantic as youths with their respective families.
‘At home and at kindergarten, the only language I heard was Ukrainian,’ Doroshenko says. ‘It was spoken on the streets, too — and used on the radio I heard, and in the newspapers I saw. It was a real surprise when eventually I learned that I wasn’t living in Ukraine.’
‘At home and at kindergarten, the only language I heard was Ukrainian,’ Doroshenko says. ‘It was spoken on the streets, too — and used on the radio I heard, and in the newspapers I saw. It was a real surprise when eventually I learned that I wasn’t living in Ukraine.’