A week before the war, my brother Bogdan had his wisdom teeth out. Half an hour ago, his wife Lisa and I were removing his stitches. The living room became an operating room, the sofa became a dental chair, the tactical flashlight became a surgical lamp, and the cat, Lapka, became a dental assistant. We were able to pull most stitches out, except for one. We’ll try again tomorrow.

Masha, Kyiv