My conversations with my parents. They are in Kharkiv, Ukraine, the city is being shelled by russian army for over four weeks.
March 30, 2022We discussed letters that were part of the alphabet before reforms in russian language (two little portraits on the bottom are my Mom miming two different Fs that existed at that time). They tell me about damage to different parts of the city, tell me about volunteers and city workers who tirelessly clean the streets and repair utilities. We discuss the poppy seed cake that I would like to make (Mom promised me the recipe).
March 31, 2022
The night was quiet - the first one without air-raid sirens, I believe. Still a lot of shelling during the day. Another delivery of food. They are planning tomorrow's walk and mushroom soup for the communal dinner. Dad organized a new phone for the neighbor and now learning how to use it to teach her. Mom says: ”Sometimes I forget and think this sound is thunder before the spring storm. And I am so glad that I still remember that there is thunder in this world and don't think about the bad thing automatically".
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