Mykolaiv, more close to the front
Updated: 5 days ago
12.10 Hired bus 140 km along Black Sea coast. Oleksii Rybakov took us around the city of Mykolaiv. A constantly busy and hardworking person. His phone is ringing all the time, the spider in a network that calls itself "Angels of Victory." Everyone in the group wants to walk alongside him; questions are flying. Oleksii is critical of the large foreign organizations.
"They come in new, big, expensive cars, always wearing sunglasses. Ask, what what do you need"
However, he likes the Swedish Blågula Bilen, which he collaborates with.
The entire gable of the house is beautifully painted with sunflowers. This particular house has been attacked four times. Four times it has been repaired. The day before yesterday, it was hit again. The windows on the other side were shattered.
The plan was to visit villages that were previously occupied by the Russians today. Oleksii thought that there were too much drone activity in the area right now and strongly advised against going there. Our bus could become a target for an attack.
I don't usually write about food, restaurants, or hotels. Consider it less important. However, I can't help but include a few pictures from the food chain Lviv croissants. Wonderfully tasty. A large croissant stuffed with candy weighs about a pound. Costs 50 SEK or 5 EUR. A dinner at a fancier restaurant with a very large beer costs around 120 SEK or 10.2 EUR. Sure, we see a lot of misery, but it also contains treats that are rare for me back home in Sweden.
13.10 Every morning exactly at nine, a moment of silence is held. Pedestrians stop, cars stop. In the park, an old man plays the national anthem on the trumpet. He recognizes me from before. Put a big note in his bag. Our hotel Kontinental in the background
A quarter of an hour later, we head back to Odesa. I ask the driver to stop at a village. The village of Mechayane is split in half by the main road. We see the church that was built in 2014. The blue onion domes shine like a gemstone in the otherwise gray-brown surroundings. We cross to the other side of the road and find the village shop. Never had so many customers gathered there.
This might be my last blog. My small computer is giving a lot´s of frustrating problems and the disc is full. Sad, as so much happened this Tuesday.
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