Day three on the Donbass.
Day three, more like year three.
Did I now about you back then? A long time ago?
What were you for me then?
A spot on the map? Conversation on a Crimean beach?
Customs and long lines.
And the usual questions: “Where to and why?”
Burned out tanks, shattered roofs.
Childrens’ laughter and ice-cream which we brought.
Yesterday, for the little kids.
Corridors full of forgotten elderly.
Endless, maddening rhythm.
Packages, loading, and travel.
Assisting those with pleading eyes.
I’ll soon report, soon write about everything.
Now I’m heading for Gorlovka, which I never visited.
I hope it won’t be shelled.
Thanks to all of you.
For your support, your words and deeds.
I Love You.
PS. If you want contribute to humanitarian assistance to the people of the Donbass, contact me in person through my livejournal account, through Facebook, or via email: [email protected] [Paypal donations can be made to the same [email protected] address]. Everything will be delivered and reported.