My conversations with my parents. They are in Kharkiv, Ukraine, the city is being shelled by russian army since February 24, 2022.
April 1, 2022Lots of people checked on them today. The latest soup was forgotten on the stove and became a porridge but Dad ate two portions. We discussed the very first music records that my grandfather purchased and how his collection grew with time. Remembered some neighbors' dogs and how no matter the century but the dogs look and behave the same. The weather is turning to the usual "last kick of the winter" moment which always feels like a betrayal and both bodies and minds are fighting it. Mom decided to use the very last portion of the ice cream to fix the situation.
April 2, 2022
There was a thunderstorm in the city, and at first, they could not understand if this was another shelling or not. But were happy that it was not. Mom went for a walk before the storm and saw a beautiful magpie - it was alone on the street. The rain continued during our conversation. Mom called it peaceful.
There was a thunderstorm in the city, and at first, they could not understand if this was another shelling or not. But were happy that it was not. Mom went for a walk before the storm and saw a beautiful magpie - it was alone on the street. The rain continued during our conversation. Mom called it peaceful.
April 3, 2022
There are things that we do not go deep into in our conversations. To stay afloat mentally, to live another day. Today there were several - close and closer. Tomorrow's forecast is predicting wet snow and Mom is planning mashed potatoes for dinner. Days are getting longer.
There are things that we do not go deep into in our conversations. To stay afloat mentally, to live another day. Today there were several - close and closer. Tomorrow's forecast is predicting wet snow and Mom is planning mashed potatoes for dinner. Days are getting longer.
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