War always exposes the inner workings of human nature. Some people show only kindness, while others reveal shit. Today the phone rang and I saw an unfamiliar number:

— Hello, heeelo, is it Vira?
— Yes, that’s me, Vira.
— My name is Mykola, I am a farmer from the village. L ***
— Where is it?
— Ah, whatever. Vira, I am now serving in the army, so my house and my workers' houses are vacant. The houses have everything: gas, stove, toilets.
— Aaand?
— I wanted to make a suggestion. If you have someone with children who needs housing and is not afraid of staying in the country, then my wife will tell them how to get to the place and give them everything they might need to stay there. We agreed.

An hour later his wife sent me their location, saying that if the women would like to stay occupied, they could work in their creamery or in a mini-hotel. Children will be admitted to the local kindergarten and school because the wife is the sister of the school principal and the daughter of the head of kindergarten.

On Monday, two mothers with children will go to a new place of residence. How can we not believe in the force of good?

Another story.

When the war started, I was contacted by Abuzad. He is a Chechen who fled to Ukraine from the Chechen war in late 2001. Now he owns a small shop. He proposed to deliver the food at almost the prime cost with the lowest possible margin. I was surprised. For the first delivery I asked him to allow an after payment. The girls would first accept the goods and tell me that everything is ok. He agreed. Now he brings food twice a week. His margin is 2 hryvnias (5 US cents). He said he could not stay away from the war.

So many wonderful people around! All of them are unique I want to hug everyone after victory and treat them to something really yummy.

Vira, Kyiv