I have to run away

Even though my rental is booked for three more nights

The sun looks at me. I look at the sun. Pine trees are running away from my sight and new pine trees take their places for a moment and then gone, too.

It’s a reilef.

I’m on a fast train, and the train is driving me fast away from Lviv and towards Kyiv. I had an AirBnB aparment booked for another three nights. I was sitting in a coffe shop, finishing my fourth cup of coffee, and I felt a deep sadness and unsatisfaction with my presence in Lviv. Something was very wrong and should not have been that way.

Next thing I do is I check if there are any tickets available for a train Lviv-Kyiv. I can. I run to my aparmmtent. I put all my belongings into bags. I buy and download a game on Nintendo Swtich in some wierd flash attempt to make myself feel better. I don’t have enough time to wait till the downlaod is finsihed. I consult my boyfriend. He supports me. I order a taxi. Twenty miutes later, I find my place in a wagon number one. A strange bag with cilhdren toys occiupies it. I put it on a next seat. I think it’s a bomb. The train takes off and a stewardess comes soon. I tell her about the bag. She takes it away like she’s confident it’s not a bomb. We’re still driving three hours later and nothing has denotaned yet. Maybe it’s not a bomb but just a…