Far from Home Ukraine Odessa

Bulgaria became warm and kind shelter for thousands of families running. I will be home soon. I am sure. I will post from my wife. ******************* The 26th day of war. I am safe. My children, mother, and cats are also safe. My disabled husband is relatively safe as well. Although we feel abandoned, scared, and ignored, we are still alive. The news from Ukraine is terrible. We are wrapping Andrew, who has bronchitis, in charity blankets because there is no heating in the summer cottage where we are staying. When I was a teenager, my mother threatened that if I didn't study well, I would have to wash staircases... Her prophecy came true, despite my gold medal, red diploma, and international certificates. One cannot escape one's destiny. In Odessa, we usually say that everything will happen as mother says! :-))) Yesterday, I washed the stairs and entrance hall in a three-story building and then washed up in the canteen where about 120 refugees eat. I feel this morning like a beaten Cinderella. My prince is in the hospital. Dear fairy, please help me. If you can't bring me to the ball, can you at least conjure a warm shower and an opportunity to wash clothes for me? The 26th day of the WAR. That is a horror fairy tale in which every Ukrainian is a main character... God save us all.