I hope that every day my fear of living and my fear of dying will weaken. Today I talked with many people from Western Europe who feel safe, I have nothing to repay for their kindness and responsiveness. I can only work well together with them on our common project.
My city is still shelled, but life does not stop. Spring has come and the apricots are in bloom. This is so beautiful! Children are already walking on the playgrounds, grandparents do not pay attention to the air raid alert. But we all feel an invisible tension: no one knows where the projectile will fly next moment.
Today I talked with an astrologer: I wanted to know about my natural abilities, about what could be "laid" into the program by birthright. I found out. Of course, this is pseudoscience, and everything is not accurate, and you shouldn't believe in such things ... But it's up to me to decide for myself: what I believe in and what I don't. I think this is a subtle science, on the verge of esotericism. But neither the first nor the second science can be denied.
I want to believe that something good will happen to me in the near future. Even though I don't leave the house most of the time, I will make an effort to make something good happen. After all, happiness must be created. Ah, in Ukraine people love to create! Actually. I just thought about it, and it turned out that in an effort to get something good, my compatriots "weeded out" old technologies and marched towards the new. Building on the old, the new.
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...
