I’m going for a walk. I put a mirror and lipstick in my purse. Also, just in case, a bandage, cotton pads, sponges, peroxide, some painkiller, and a few unused balloons… I figure they might make a tourniquet… You never know. Thinking «Better not need it, better not need it, better not need it,» we go out for a walk.

We’re sitting in a café, and three cruise missiles fly overhead. At this point, I know how they look and sound.

It seems to me that people freeze for a few seconds with their heads up, on the street and the playground, the flower sellers, those selling herbs and vegetables, even cars and buses. And then, as if someone waved their hand, they come to life again and everyone continues as before…

The winged death flew past… Thank God.I

ryna, Odesa