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Especially for lawyers who consider military actions to be a fun adventure, I tried to paint a picture. Since I don't have any experience participating in such things, there won't be any details that would fill the narrative with new, vivid colors. Although people with imagination will figure out some details themselves.
In general, Lawyer, I'll try to depict what your typical day might be like in peacetime, without claiming 100% accuracy.
It's Saturday. You don't need to go to work, you can sleep in until 11. After waking up, you go to the bathroom, brush your teeth, wash your face, and head to the kitchen, tripping over the cat on the way. This little rascal is demanding food, you tell him to go away, and you go to the refrigerator. What do we have there? Ah, eggs, ham, butter – we can make a delicious omelet with sandwiches. You have breakfast, finally feed the cat, and put the kettle on, then head to another room to connect to the internet. Or you eat right in front of the computer, it doesn't matter. And on the computer, there's a whole life – heroes of games, VKontakte, music, chatting with your parents, etc. After ripping off some random guy in an online game, you start thinking about how to spend the evening. It all comes down to hanging out with friends and your girlfriend, Marichka, at a pub.
Closer to night, after saying goodbye to everyone, you walk Marichka home, take a taxi, and drive home to Obolon, feeling satisfied. Something like that.
And now, try to use your imagination a little and imagine that all of this is gone. Just gone. Let's start with the fact that there's no apartment. It's been gone for quite some time – at the beginning of the war, some idiot threw a bottle filled with a mixture onto the first floor, and everything burned down. Or a shell tore off several panels from your nine-story building, making it extremely unsafe to live in. Or there are still ongoing battles there. In general, it doesn't matter what the reason is. The important thing is that there's nowhere to live anymore. You have to hide in surviving apartments, basements, and attics with other unfortunate people.
You wake up, and today is a lucky day, a feast for the stomach – the guys found a few cans of real homemade stew – great!!! After regularly eating expired canned food, consisting of a mixture of soy, gelatin, and someone's fingernails from the Hadyach meat-packing plant, and brazenly called stew – it's a real feast. The elder carefully distributes two pieces on plates, along with the already existing side dish of pasta. The pasta, cooked on a small stove (there hasn't been electricity or gas for a long time, at the very beginning, some cheerful idiots blew up a substation two blocks away, and the utilities haven't been working for a long time), made from furniture from apartment 57, using water from the Dnieper (there hasn't been any tap water for a long time), you've gotten tired of it, but with such stew, it will be great. You had a good breakfast, and now it's time for tea from Princess Java in a kettle. Without sugar or cookies. The supply of good English tea ran out a couple of months ago, so you have to make do with what you have. But nothing – the breakfast was excellent. It wouldn't hurt to wash up. And wash your clothes – if your comrades smell so bad, you probably smell just as bad.
After breakfast, it's time to think about where to get food for tomorrow. The option of going to stores is out of the question; everyone who wanted to has already looted them at the beginning. The option of going to warehouses is not being considered – the gangs have very strong security, and they'll easily beat you up. So, you have to go to the private sector, even though it's far away, but there you can still get food from civilians. Transportation has long been non-existent – there's no gasoline, and even if there were, it wouldn't help. You'd probably get shot. You have to travel on foot, in short sprints. In general, you discussed the further plans, bandaged Bogdan's leg (he was unlucky last week, and now, due to the lack of qualified medical care and medicine, the infection has started), and hung the food on a hook from the chandelier, as the only domestic animals in your place of residence are rats. It wouldn't hurt to wash up. And wash your clothes.
Gathering your backpacks, Kalashnikovs, ammunition, and other gear, you go downstairs. As you pass apartment 23, a sharp smell hits your nose – they carried out two corpses from there a couple of days ago. And even before that, it didn't smell very good – people used to go there to relieve themselves. On the way, you think for a second about your family, your girlfriend, your friends... You don't know where they are, what happened to them – there hasn't been any communication for a long time. Well, never mind, it's better to think about that in the evening; right now, you need to be fully focused. You go out into Kyiv.
I understand perfectly well that I have a 0.0001% chance of changing your mind, but I still think it's necessary to use this tiny chance to convey to you and those like you what war, which you talk about so calmly, can bring.
Peace to all. (C) (Besha)
