War

It will be necessary to write down everything which I saw during these days. But I still cannot describe it, because I skipped almost every real heavy days, and maybe I have no rights to speak about this war. But I can speak about my temporary (I hope!) emigration. It was complicated time of nights in trains, abroad flats, houses and even on the metropoliten station. First day I did not sleep more than 24 hours. Later I tried to sleep on the floor less than one hour. It was still nervous, I started to feel the lack of information and needed to watch the news again and again, even if I had seen it earlier. On the third day I was subscribed on the almost all important channels. I woke up three of more times per night to check it and notice the last activity of my friends and relatives in social nets.

My new week started from new journey to the border, when I received too much support. Everybody looked at me with a compassion, that seems weird even now, because the war became a new reality. Soft pillows are too comfortable such as everything else which was usual. I still think that it is only a bad dream, but I cannot end it. I visited a lot of houses, railway stations, cars, buses, towns and country. It is more than I see during monthes. I had a lot of breackfasts and dinners with different families. It is more than I have during years. I thought a lot about my new life, and it is harder than ever. But I cannot complain, because it is still better than could be at home.