From Lyuda (Day 322): Dear brothers and sisters,
We had a good day yesterday, only with one air alarm. Yesterday the enemy hit one of our southern cities – Ochakiv, which is located on the border of Kherson and Nilolayev region. The hit was done with several hypersonic rockets and it was strange that they use these rockets to hit the objects with no strategic value. One of the rocket hit the place where the mines of the WWII were stored (Those were sea mines that sappers could not neutralize and dug them under the ground). The explosion was so hard that ruined many buildings in the city and the people in neighboring cities felt the explosive wave. Russia wants to terrify people in Ukraine and in other countries. We watch Russian TV channels from time to time, now during political shows they talk about attacking Europe. Their propaganda is planting deep into the minds of people militant aggression and continues to exalt Russian nation over other people in the world.
We had a good time with the refugees yesterday having breakfast. They all became very dear for us. Yesterday I had a good talk with Sergey from Nikolayev. He brought a photo album with him. He misses his family and friends and wants to talk about them. Sergey is a very special member of our refugee group. All his life he worked at a big shipyard in Nikolaev. When he came to our town, he decided to help other refugees who were looking for a job. In August he organized the group to take part in grape harvest and many people were thankful to be able to work and earn some money. Now he organized a new group to do grape pruning. It’s not a simple job, he had to train people how to do it and they are working now pruning the vine.
Yesterday I received a message from my friend Natalie, her son Vanya died in the battle field a month ago. I wrote about his funeral last month. Vanya was my student in the past. Natalie writes that she needs help she can’t cope with the heaviness of her grief. I am going to talk to her today.
Thank you for your prayers, for your love and care. May God bless you.
P.S. Our refugees breakfast in the cafe