The routine of war or how i was catching a bus to cherkasy.
I awaken. It’s 7:30 a. M. I had a nightmare. Serhiy and i were hiding from Russian drones in an old abandoned building. The drones had been targeting us, particularly. We survived. It turned into frightening. The nightmare is over-imposed on reality. They collide. They make up the habitual of battle. An air raid alert has been on when you consider that 6 a. M. Abnormal, but nothing new. I should catch a bus to cherkasy at 10 a. M. I’m going there to use for a residency allow. I want to eat and p. C. Stuff. I nevertheless have masses of time. I play xenoblade chronicles three on nintendo switch. I’m more than midway thru the game. It’s a piece of a habitual, too. More recurring, and much less interesting. Our fridge isn’t pretty a restaurant. All we have for these days is tofu, potatoes, carrots and iceberg lettuce. I’ll have that. It become edible. I’m satiated. It’s eight:15 am. It’s time to make coffee to tackle a journey to cherkasy. I ...
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