March 6-12, 2023. Days 379-384 of war.
This week started with a conversation about one of my parent's friends. They finally got in touch with him and found out that he was ok but had to take his wife to the hospital. My parents were in a good mood about it because a) he was not only alive but restored his computer which was damaged when russian missile exploded in his backyard in 2022. b) the hospital on the outskirts of Kharkiv was still working and taking non-war patients c) his wife was alive and, hopefully, getting some help! Unfortunately by the end of the week, all of Ukraine and Kharkiv in particular were shelled badly. The city was without power and water for a few days and my parent's friend lost his wife. The overall mood went down. Mom said: we feel like we are a suitcase without a handle.
We also talked about international women's day and some new Ukrainian authors that were honored (though my parents disagree with the choices, it is always great to hear about their alternatives). I shared a tulip that is growing on my table and Mom told me about an interesting new plant that she found but we haven't identified it yet. And they prepared some new Ukrainian words for me to learn.