Inspired by people met in Ukraine and by Bob Dylan...

Oh, where have you been, my sweet soul son?
And where have you been, my darling loved one?
I’ve been to the country of the red Kalina,
I’ve walked yellow fields and swim blue skies
I’ve been in a land claimed by war
I’ve been in a country painted by fear
And I’ve been to a place that cry the presence of a dove

And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

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Olena lifts her gaze from the iron looking tense:
“Is it the siren?”
I look around,
I go outside in the courtyard and listen,
construction workers working,
cars honking in the traffic,
everything seems fine.

“No” I answer “I don’t think so”.

Olena slightly lets herself go
with teary eyes:
“I think I am going crazy, I hardly sleep, my life has been hard in the past, but I never imagined I would live a situation like this.”

“By now, when I hear the siren I sit down and pray, this is what is needed, pray for healing from the disease of power and money, which has infected the mind of the person who started it all.”

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