I am trying to find Anna a month in an Airbnb in Warsaw. I have been pouring over properties. Anna calls. She exclaims “We made it to Poland!” My lungs release. My spine pools.
Her tale sounds like Mission Impossible. Again, I have no reference other than movies. They got off the train in Kiev. She stayed in a dirty hotel room that had not been changed for days (weeks?) from the previous guests. She was exhausted. In the middle of the night a siren rang out and she heard, “Run! Get Out. Get some water and run.”
I am in awe of her. It’s official.
I turn on the news. A few miles from the Poland border, Russia hit a military base.
Yup. I knew that.
My heart is hot 