In the first week of war, each message had a new development. But last week they settled into a routine. Dmitri was buying food for the vulnerable. He would tell me about another family member that he helped to leave. So i'm a shell fol lik Ten mirrors from my house. The barkinwad is on fire. My window is broken. They put out the fire in the barking lot and i'm just sitting here thinking about life. If i made a mistake, stayn here. Ye. And everyone is taxed in calling me oldoder relatives, ol oman friends. I lolly want to answer every one of them in like 30 chaps at the same time