My very close friend from Kharkov has not responded to my letters for 4 days, and I began to worry a lot.
Today I received this letter from him:
In Kharkov, everything is the same, only even more complicated and difficult.
Our life is like walking on a tightrope - high above the ground you go forward, swing, stagger, every step can be your last, but you go. Not knowing whether you will get there and where you are going at all.
There are more schools with bomb shelters, some children went to school on September 1. But not all, many children have never sat at a desk, since first there was covid, and then almost immediately the War.



