It's hard to say that I'm fine when the war is still going on. I don't feel safe. I really hope that God sees us. I believe in it.
Today is the anniversary day of a terrible dream from which we still cannot wake up. Many people are already used to walking their dogs calmly when they hear an air raid alarm. Probably, a person cannot be afraid all the time, and you can get used to everything.
I don't want to get used.
Now, at work, I began to communicate a lot with Western Europe and other countries of the world. I feel like hiding every time foreigners ask the question "Are you okay?" at online business meetings. or "how are you?". I don't have answers to these questions right now.
Still, I am very grateful to the world that people are trying to help us. Although by nature, I am very, very proud, and rarely accept anyone's help, now I am grateful that someone helps my compatriots.
Today is a warm day, the grass is green, apricots are blooming. These apricots make me cry. Although I can't cry in front of my family, because I think that I should be a support for them and stay positive. Oh yes, I stay positive, I try to joke, send funny emoticons and pictures in messengers. This makes it possible for other people to smile.
People who are fleeing from "hot spots" have almost nothing with them, and everyone is trying to help them in my city. As in many other cities ... How glad we are that we are not angry with our souls and are ready to receive our compatriots. The history of other countries knows terrible examples.
With love
Emerald Dust
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Non-FictionHi, my dear readers and friends! This is story about me, about my dear country, about Ukraine. Stories format: Diary. Now we have 45th day of war and i want (and can) to start saying. Please, improv my English as you can (i know, that my English-le...
