My very old friends know about my mother’s death: how it happened, how I handled it, because I owed (and still do owe) her an apology. Generally, they know…
However, enough about that. As for the dreams… Since my mother died 1.5 years ago, I always knew she would be my guardian angel and warn me when something is about to happen. So, three weeks before the war, I had a dream… Just read it to the end…
In my dream, I saw a summer evening, the sunset and my mother smiling softly and sadly. I was in this shirt, and she touched my hand and sleeve.
And the pattern went black as she touched it. Also, I saw myself wearing an apron with a handkerchief, and it was all blackish black, so I told my mother: “It’s so ugly!”. However, as I turned that apron over, it was going black there too, and the velvet was black as well. And then I woke up.
I told my relatives, Valentyna Polonska, as well as my friends about that dream and said: “My mother warns that something would happen soon”. You know what… I had to erect a monument to my mother this year, but it can wait because our Kharkiv will have to be rebuilt!
We will definitely rebuild it!
And there will be no more Muscovites and Vatniks in it!
And there will be Ukraine! Our Ukraine will be everywhere!
We must persevere! We have to!
And my neighbour Lida said she would throw the canned food from the balcony on the Muscovites’ heads.
Ukrainian Text by Inga Levytska, translation in English by Ukrainianvancouver team – Mar 03, 2022