Hi my dear friends!
Today I have another great news - we have returned the Internet. This means I can get back to work. This is very important for me now, because, despite the help of volunteers, my animals need at least food and veterinary care. Luckily, they are all healthy now.
I'm a little confused. I was sure that when electricity and the Internet were returned to us, I would be in seventh heaven with happiness ... But I feel nothing but great fatigue and apathy. Probably, in more or less safe conditions (although we were freed from the presence of Russian occupiers, but the shelling continues and the air raid has already become an integral part of our life), my brain begins to gradually "realize" everything that happened to us.
This is how we tried to contact our friends and loved ones throughout the occupation. The railroad tracks were the only point where mobile connection could be found. I once begged on the rails for over two hours to send a message to my daughter. But it was worth it. It was the only opportunity to report that we are alive, a thin thread that connected us.
Later, the Russian occupants placed a sniper there and forbade us to go on the rails under the threat of being killed. One of our fellow villagers died like this.
I also want to share with you an amazing photography work by one of my photography teachers, Igor Chervonenko. This is what the "Russian world" looks like.
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You can visit his Facebook page to see more of this amazing photographer's work. Now he is filming our military cities so that the memory of what is happening in our country will always remain with us.
https://www.facebook.com/igor.chervonenko.33
I remember very well the first time I saw Russian tanks in our village. And I remember very well the last time I saw them. Then I wrote in my electronic diary:
Rumbling and spreading a characteristic smell around it, a pile of garbage left the forest. From all sides this stinking mass was propped up by dirty mattresses and blankets, and a young Christmas tree stuck out of its asshole. Upon closer inspection, in the bow of the heap, one could find the barrel of a tank, on which huge underpants of the not the first freshness swayed bashfully, symbolizing, apparently, a white flag. It was the valiant Rashist army leaving our village.
If you now think that I am exaggerating, then this is not so. It really is a mystery to me why Russian soldiers hung garbage bags and dirty mattresses on their tanks. Only later did we learn that they robbed neighboring villages and stole everything they saw. They were probably carrying the loot in these trash bags. But it looked very impressive! At the first moment, I even thought that garbage collection began to work in our village, despite the occupation!😁 It's too bad I couldn't take a picture of it without risking being killed. This could be my best photo ever!
But, nevertheless, I started by saying that now we have all the conditions to return to normal life. I have to check if my Etsy store ARTinFLYstudio is still alive. The Etsy administration was so kind that they put it on pause on their own. Because I wouldn't be able to do it.
Today also ended with great news. My friend found her car. When she fled from Irpin under shelling, she was forced to leave her car on the bridge. For a whole month, we searched for her car at all sites where utilities brought abandoned cars. And finally we got lucky! Of course she is happy!
The damage is very minor and it's a miracle. The car was scratched and one window shot through.
Today, having a car is not a matter of convenience, it is often a matter of saving lives, because we never know when the situation will worsen and we will have to run. But I hope this doesn't happen again.
Love you all!