Kyiv is gray. Still Sunday strollers are out in the neighborhood. Earlier this week Sasha asked, “Have you noticed there are less people around?” Yes, I had. Two weekday evenings in a row. The metro entrance in the center was nearly deserted. The street I cross to go to my dance class, usually busy during rush hour, practically free of traffic. And there was a young man with an automatic rifle patrolling the grassy hill I use as a shortcut.
You put me there, right where you are, thanks for that. About hindering or endangering when you think you're helping: The Buddhists call it Idiot Compassion.
a Kind of Refugee / 22.01.2023
Hooray for the Angry Birds! I hope they enjoy great success.
You put me there, right where you are, thanks for that. About hindering or endangering when you think you're helping: The Buddhists call it Idiot Compassion.