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Dispatches #14: Broken — My Heart

You know – sometimes I arrive in several hours. Sometimes within several days. In this place the firm plan is something hard to follow. But there is one thing which is constant: my beloved Fanta will always wait for me when I come home. I have rescued my beloved cherub from Black Angels so that [...]

Dispatches #13: The Hunter — The Pursued

There are various ways to survive. In some days you pass into ruins and go through dust. In some days you go to the market and barter. You go some days to Kopeth and do business which you do not wish to make. You ask for some things. You take some things. Sometimes you should [...]

Dispatches #12: The End — Amen

Today I have entered into the house. A backward entrance I slide through. There is the silence arriving after severe stink of death. Into kitchen. Into passage. Through a doorway. Into . . . a stream. Into the plan. Into a brain. Feeling despair. To survive? The request to find the rabbit hole downwards to [...]

Dispatches #11: The Father — It Speaks

The father speaks: Anyone should fulfill much prophecy to survive. The real person, the good person, will make even more than that to allow the family to prosper. That I studied to do; that the father learned me to do. It—one thousand ways to hurt. One thousand ways to finish a life. One thousand plus one [...]

Dispatches #10: True Love — The True Life

How I can tell to you, how much I love my beloved Fanta? Without it, my world does not do, would not exist. Its gentle contact. Its sweet voice. Its kind understanding. When I come home after firm day on work its sweet tenderness wipes away cares and difficulty of day. It—light of my day. [...]

Dispatches #9: Messages — No Words

Within many days it has much rain. Water overflows streets. Bodies navigate to top. Water kills still more who alive. Sirens, sounds which I have not heard in years, go with irresolute groaning everywhere in city. (My father has told to me they powered by the sun and need no man for working but how [...]

Dispatches #8: Bright & Light

Tomorrow I shall travel around city to see that happens. Things become more and more strange. We hide in rubble and we notice—we observe—what that happens. Men in white plastic with clear helmets walk slowly downwards streets on a wide line. On the West at night ardently colored fires which shine almost similarly to the [...]

Dispatches #7: And Everyone — Where?

Something wrong, even it is more wrong than usually. Today I have gone to the market to sell some things, which I have hidden to receive more stocks, medicine, which my beloved Fanta and me we require. As so on as I have left the house, I could tell that something was mistaken. It [...]

Dispatches #6: Apologize — I Should

Today I can go at last outside again. I am sorry to not write in so long, but things were very much bad even for a place where things always very much bad. I did a picture of a ground floor of a house to show as things look in view of day again. Bombs [...]

Dispatches #5: Good Day Bad Day

Today sad day was. I have lost my friend, Тоben. But, nothing lasts long time here so you get used to things and people leaving. We fished for the foodstuffs as we have made many times before, but this time there was a tragedy To fish for the foodstuffs. What is it? To overlook the leftover [...]