Wow. I can’t believe this is the second day without hearing sirens and freaking out over and over again. Though in all honesty, you get used to it. The sirens, the notifications about the sirens, our mayor asking us to go to the nearby shelters—it now seems routine to me.
My mum is experiencing the war on a different level. She doesn’t allow anyone to leave the house. She’s afraid we could get killed or arrested for suspicious behaviour by being in the streets. It’s understandable, I guess, but wouldn’t it be awesome to just go out and have a little time to yourself?
I decide not to test her nerves. She takes her medicine to keep it together during this time.
Yes, today, it’s peaceful. But it’s an anxious kind of peace.