“Anna, let me buy you an Airbnb for a month, please? Did you see the links I sent you?”
“No, no my angel, because after a month where will I be then? I have to find a place for Ukrainians”.
“But – “
“My angel, (she pronounces every consonant) I don’t want your money. We fine. Tell me how Rory is.”
I start verbally vomiting anything to keep the conversation going. It seems like that is what she needs. It feels wrong. I can’t fix anything. It’s giving me a pimple.
Afterwards, damn it, I realize she is right, she needs to find a place for REFUGEES.
March 6, 2022 Anna, Alla and Viki are now refugees.
My heart is hot 