The city and the situation in which I voluntarily ended up gives me a reason to write a blog.
I feel a strange state.
A city that I love madly. It is beautiful, it is old, it is surprisingly warm, juicy. Manly, romantic. It cannot be forgotten. It is Kiev.
And I’m wandering around him now, I look at him, how he is changing.
On the one hand, elegance, chic, high beauty and luxury.
On the other hand, a lot of poverty, crime, begging, deception, hopelessness, old age.
And unfortunately, today these two sides are not in balance.
I am balancing between my old parents and my life in the megapolis.
I give little money when I meet a poor intellectual old people on the street, not a beggar.
Why do I do this? I see their eyes and I want to help them. They don’t ask for money. These are simple people in transport, at bus stops, in the park, anywhere. They haven’t a lot. They have been begging for more than 20-25 years and deny themselves everything .And new and new generation of pensioners is added to them every years. The pensioners here are people who have been thrown out of the fence. I have already written that I dream when Ukrainian grandmothers will travel around the world to resorts and seduce men. They are beautiful and experienced in old age too. But they pull these carts for food and stand in the streets to sale vegеtables from morning to night.
I publish this photo here.
It’s just a dead sparrow. He flew into the vestibule of the escalators for the trains, could not valelet and died.
So heroically died.
I make photo and now publish this photo.
Lonely, heroic, proud death.
Do not think I’m depressed. Even if I describe my mood now, it’s rather this squirrel.
Red squirrel in autumn park, garden, forest. There are black, bright, and I’m red.
When in this city everything will be harmonious?
When each of its inhabitants will admire, be proud of, invite to visit, popularize.
When they will try to plant the best on the gardens near homes and invite for a demonstration — look — I did it. I am a resident of this city.
When they will remove the fences with electricity and security, and come up with a different way to coexist poverty with wealth.
The love you get is equal to the love you give. I have no balance right now
And who I am?
I am a little resident who love this green wise city and instilled a love for this beautiful city to its children.
That’s all for today.
I’m with you
Helen
