I have a good friend who lives in Germany. I trust her, so I am sure it was so. Beyond her face.

I stand in a row to Tafel (the place where products are handed out for a symbolic fee to socially protected groups). It is necessary to say that the line has become significantly more recently due to the influx of Ukrainian refugees. I have no complaints, only sympathy. They speak Russian to each other, discuss domestic affairs, and have never heard of Russian German claims. Ordinary people, like everywhere.

Well, in fact - one another says - called yesterday to the neighbor, says that the Russian soldiers came, they wasted everything - your salts were taken from the basement, the irrigation system and the bicycle.

The second one asks her, is there any nonsense, Naphika? And the first - here and I think it's the fucking neighbor to his relatives or to the market dismissal. I am back, I am gone.

The Conclusion.

Marriage there is, but, as you know, the neighbor’s good is the most desirable. War will write it all.

The uncles are adequate. I wish them to come home as soon as possible and get it done.