‘This cat is named Bublik’, my interpreter tells me and she goes on ‘A bublik is a small cookie, a round cookie with a hole in the middle.’,’like a donut?’ I ask. ‘No, no, it is really a sweet hard sugar cookie with a hole in the middle’ she smiles.
The next three days I found out that this Bublik kitten is the one that keeps up the peace and makes the war a little bit more bearable for anyone. Even the biggest soldier, just coming back from the frontline, softens up as little cute Bublik sits in front of their feet and making high pitched meowing sounds up.
I realized that, for them, this tiny Bublik kitty is somewhat like a rock of sanity in a big sea of shit. And for a few days Bublik also became mine.
For two weeks I joined the Pravyy Sektor Volunteer corps in their duties in Pisky. The village Pisky has been turned into one major base of operations by the Ukrainian military. Houses left abandoned are being used by different military factions as head quarters and to coordinate the fighting at Donetsk Airport.
When I was in #Pisky, #ukraine, there was this kid who was admiring my camera, so I gave it to him and 5 seconds after I took this picture he ran away - I like to imagine that he was being a photographer himself.
Took him 30 minutes before he came back.
Now i also know why there are pictures of manure piles and dog shit on my computer.
Gin ye ca’ me imp or elf, I rede ye look wee! to yourself; Gin ye ca’ me fairy, I’ll work ye muckle tarrie; Gin guid neibour ye ca’ me; Then guid neibour I will be; But gin ye ca’ me seelie wicht, I’ll be you freend baith day and nicht.