My conversations with my parents. They are in Kharkiv, Ukraine, the city is being shelled by russian army for over three weeks.
They had a nice dinner with the neighbors. And before that, they called all together to check on the neighbor’s newborn grandson - both he and mom are fine. Shelling continues. We discussed various Ukrainian proverbs and went back many times to the incomprehensible state of mind of people who support or even accept putin’s lies. Dad said that the norm is not for everyone to be alike but for all to be different. And those who do not understand that end up with putin.
Destruction of the city by russian army continues and today a huge fire in the other part of town sent so much smoke in the air that they thought it was a thunderstorm. We discuss the dinner that they had with the neighbors and all the other food plans. They cook and clean together with the neighbors and spend time before and after the meal. Dad voices a question I’ve been thinking about: how can someone lose connection to humanity enough to drop a bomb on a house where kids are. It is not putin who is pressing the button to bomb the city, hospitals, shoot at the cars with civilians, he is not the one refusing to send humanitarian aid - these are people, or at least we thought they were. How do you tell who is who?
If you look at this image you will see yellow circles - each time I heard an explosion during our call I wrote it down.
Their day was full of events. A light dusting of snow overnight helped with the air quality and also made everything prettier. The highlight was a visit from their grandkid who has a birthday tomorrow. She brought meds and food and one of the neighbors made a special cake for her! Happy birthday, dear niece! Thank you!