Four years when everything changed a lot.
This could have been written yesterday, but due to some bug on ecency I decided to post it later. And since there's no time to wait, I'm posting this now.
It's been more than 4 years since I found myself away from my home. At that time, I still thought that 14 days would pass and I would return home. Exactly 4 years ago, I planned a training for young people. There was anxiety, but it was still a peaceful time.
Neither I nor the students I came with on an international exchange program knew that there were less than 12 hours left before gangs of moscow looters, rapists, and murderers would cross the border of my country.
The last peaceful photos I took. The last peaceful thoughts. The last peaceful surfing on the weak internet. Yes, we were in a place where there was almost no internet.
For some reason, I remember the night of February 21, 2022. The night when I was taking photos at the Kyiv train station. A prophetic thought flashed through my mind: "What if this is my last photo in Kyiv?" Actually, that's what happened.
Less than 12 hours later, I woke up and read disturbing messages on Twitter. The first reports of deaths. I was worried about my relatives who remained in Ukraine, where a major war had flared up with renewed vigor.
It was still a peaceful time then. I was still pushing my depression aside.
Back then, I was still living with emotions... that would soon die... forever.
At that time, I didn't know about hive and ecency, which became another hobby.
I was supposed to be on a business trip for 14 days. It's my longest two weeks... lasting 4 years.