Hello, my dear friends! It is a nice Sunday morning here, in Kyiv region. We had a night rain and it's not too not that makes me happy. All my dogs are in the garden already and I have a few minutes for a cup of coffee and a short
I don't think any of you would be surprised if I said that we haven’t electricity. Again. I don't know the reason, but I really want to hope it's something as banal as a fallen tree that broke the wires. Because if these are the consequences of another shelling of our territory by fascist Russia, then the repair may take several days. Fortunately, I am much more ready for this situation now than I was at the beginning of the war. My gas generator is completely filled with gasoline. It's become a habit. However, it's still pretty light and I'm in no hurry to turn it on. I can also write on an iPod. My daughter gave it to me before the war and it helps a lot because my PC doesn't work without electricity..
As I began this post, I skimmed through my notes I had taken during the occupation. My daughter published them for you. It's amazing, but now I've almost lost the sense of reality I had then. And But as I re-read my Occupation Notes, I caught that feeling again. The most surprising thing is how the passage of time was perceived. Sometimes it seems to me that we have been under occupation for a very long time. It was actually only one month! But this month dragged on indefinitely. Time really goes differently when enemy tanks drive down your street, bringing death and destruction. I hope never to repeat this experience again. I couldn't remember it. Probably my psyche makes its blocks to save itself.
But that's not exactly what I wanted to talk about. The war has affected the lives of each of us. And now I see how people are divided into two large groups: those who live on and those who stayed on February 24. I'm talking about those, who stayed in their homes like me. Those who are under occupation or in the combat zone are the least likely to reflect, their only goal being survival (believe me, I know). And I don't know anything in that sense about those who are evacuated, because I haven't had and don't have that experience. I can only talk about what's going on around me.
So, people are divided into two groups according to their attitude to life. There are those who simply continue to live with the new situation in mind. From the point of view of the second, these first ones have the “insolence” to continue to live: they drink coffee, laugh, work, volunteer, girls do manicures, etc. The second condemn them. They believe that in times of war, everyone should sink into melancholy and sorrow. But is that correct? I don't want to say now that war is a time for fun.
But this is definitely not the time to bury yourself alive. We were lucky. We were incredibly lucky. We've already survived. We endured this terrible month when everything around us was burning and exploding. The whole world saw terrible evidence of the crimes of Russian murderers in Bucha, Borodyanka, Irpin, Gostomel. And now our task is to live on and help our country and our army.
I am sure that by filling the space around them with positive emotions, beauty and goodness, people also bring the onset of peace on our land closer. There's nothing mystical about it, just physics, just the workings of energies.
In the meantime, I wish you all a good day, many positive emotions and a peaceful sky above your heads.