

The night was difficult. The siren did not subside and the explosions were heard a couple of hundred meters from my house. Sometimes I forget that there is a war on the street. Sometimes my life is so similar to the life I lived just a couple of years ago. But it's not me anymore. It's not my life at all. Now everything is different and I'm different. It hurts me that I don't know the truth. That I don't know what will happen next and how to build our lives further... information helps us and destroys us. Smart people are given happiness in knowledge. Smart people suffer from what they know too little. Sometimes you want to turn into a cat. Being a cat is cool. I curled up in the sun and you're lying down with the resonators.