27th of February
Late in the evening
If you are very scared, you must do something.
That's what my friend, the psychotherapist, advises.
During the air raid warning, she scrubs the floor in the stairwell.
She's already done it three times.
Now there is a squeaky clean floor and she has overcome her fear.
I, on the other hand, write during the bombing raids.
Nonsense comes out.
The head is empty, I produce garbage.
I'm afraid, count detonations, hear the impacts and write.
During the breaks I stare at my cat and my dog.
The two solve the problem of fear in a radical way.
Angie falls on the floor and falls asleep, the cat Josik lies on his back and just listens.
On his mouth is something like: "Russian bombs - f... you".
I think my cat is a real patriot.
He will tear apart any occupier.
Thank you to everyone who activated the air raid alarm.
Now we know when to go into the stairwell.
We carry chairs out, take the dog with us and try to catch the cat;
he's like a partisan.
This ginger creep distracted me from a panic attack twice today.
The first time I struggled to hold him;
he hissed at me and wanted to smack his paw in my face.
The second time he ran away, running across the beds, hiding under the table and screaming like crazy as I desperately tried to save his cat's life.
I pulled him out from under the sofa by his tail to take him to the safe hallway.
Josik probably got mad from it and is now treating me like a maniac.
He moves sideways
twitches his tail and watches me from the far corner;
when I approach he jumps up on all fours and runs away with a lion's roar.
We don't have a shelter in our house, and the other basements are far.
We just can't make it there.
Because of this, the corridor becomes Noah's Ark.
A tomcat, two dogs, a guinea pig (everyone's favourite) and a cheeky hamster survive the fear together with the people.
He annoys our cat and our dog just by his appearance.
In the corridor there is total harmony, even among neighbors who used to hate each other.
One hundred percent understanding even among those who have been outraged that the animals poop on the street.
Now everyone doesn't give a damn.
Our Ukrainian cats and dogs are just perfect.
The disgusting dwarf managed to unite everyone.
In just four days he achieved an amazing result.
People now feel as one nation.
You have to thank him for that.
Otherwise, it says: “Russian monster – f… you.” And everything will be Ukraine!
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1st March
Late in the evening
It's not easy to sort through life under fire.
You listen to all sounds and divide them into happy and horrible ones.