Why do Russian agressors have electricity and we don’t?

Delayed support means we sit for hours without power

I run away from home every morning. I run away because I can’t stand being there. I can’t stand waking up and waiting for electricity to go off. I can’t stand hearing how — after a few minutes — the generator in the business center turns on and buzzes for the next four to six hours. It buzzes at night, too. It’s so fucking loud. What’s the point of staying at home? I can’t cook. I can’t do anything on my laptop. All I can do is listen to this maddening buzz outside.

So I leave. I take a scooter. I drive through the streets, past dozens of buzzing generators that feed restaurants, cafes, shops, everything with energy.

Kyiv is so unnaturally loud and noisy.

I’m afraid I’ll pass one of the generators and it explodes in my face.

There are so many of them everywhere.

I hate it all.

When the world around me is restless, I try to catch up with it by consuming an excessive amount of caffeine. It’s not excessive according to medical guidelines, but many organ systems tell me otherwise, especially my stomach. It burps out a plea of please stop.

I can’t stop.

Yesterday, my boyfriend and I went to a coffee shop at around five, which is late for a coffee. We got an espresso tonic and a filtered coffee. Two lovely drinks to rest and relax. We…