The news from Chernihiv are still dire. My friend posts a video from the basement where they’re staying. They talk about what aid is needed and that they’re not able to help everyone.
In the meantime the in-laws report high temperatures in Kyiv and they went back to their apartment to get some lighter clothes. It’s a risk I wouldn’t have taken. The ground troups have been pushed back but bombings continue.
Bodies which had been left outside now need burying quick.
On the groups I monitor there’s hundreds of requests for help to evacuate, accommodate, transport, looking for work and now also reports from burnt out hosts. I’m not able to read some posts without deep breaths.
Here another 22 people have arrived to the village in Lanjarón. The farmer tells me this group includes older people. I wonder what that must feel like to flee for ones life at an old age.
I had to take the weekend off. I laid down on the soil today in the warm sun and allowed myself to melt away for a moment. I’m riddled with guilt. While I lay there others have no such privilege.
