Hello everyone who reads my blog! 😎🖤🔥
Now I received the package and wrapped myself in anti-stress bubbles to answer you.))
I am very grateful for your comments, both positive and negative. Do you know why? Everywhere if you are reading this, then you have electricity and communications.
Those who think my story is fake. I sincerely wish you to relive my whole story, to feel everything in your own skin. Maybe then you will understand something, where is the truth and where is the lie.
After all, most of the story I just don’t tell you, because I want to leave it in my heart, this is my pain and my loss.
Negative from Ukrainians? I sincerely invite you to my home. I invite you to my beloved city of Mariupol, on the shores of the Sea of Azov. I invite all those who consider the story to be fake to Prospekt Mira 26/39, the first entrance, you won’t mix it up, there the house was half burned down, right in the center. This is my mom's house. I invite you to Kuindzhi street 72, apartment 63. Now the street has been called Artem again. This is the apartment in which I grew up, where my godfather now lives. I will be very grateful if you help me to return the windows back, clean the apartment and all the furniture that the neighbors stole. Good?
I invite you to my sister's house! Which is no more, she was saved only by the fact that she was with her friend.
No negativity, this is life and I'm just sharing my story with you. Pay for it or not, it's up to you. I did not have a message in more than one post: "Help me with money! I PLEASE!" NO! I do not need it.
I want my love of life and inspiration back.
Sorry to all those to whom I do not immediately answer questions. Just repeat in a new post and I will always answer.
I don't know much about websites and don't go here often.
And I wish good luck to everyone who writes negative. You miss it if you spend your time judging someone. And I wish you to buy anti-stress bubbles, pat them, they help. I hug everyone. )
We lived with Artyom and Oksana for a short time, we understood that we needed to move on, because all the rules change quickly, everything changes.
This is a wonderful family from the Crimea, which I will never forget, we still communicate, worry and worry about each other.
During this time, Uncle Artyom helped us find an airport in Mineralnye Vody (this is a city in Russia). He helped us get tickets.
And aunt Oksana helped me find a hospital to take a covid test. She showed where to be stingy, helped to collect bags.
Mr. S. found a driver who agreed to take us to the airport.
It was a little sad, but the day came to say goodbye and move on. We hugged goodbye.
This meeting was short, we agreed to meet again one day.
The driver arrived, she helped us load our suitcases and backpacks, and off we went.
It was a long drive, I don't remember how long the journey took.
But! I saw the Kerchesky bridge (it is also called the Crimean bridge). This design is amazing. No one believed that the bridge would stand, that it would be built, because there are strong currents and unstable ground. But the engineers did it.
Vehicles with special forces stood at the beginning and end of the bridge, it was forbidden to stop on the bridge.
But the view from the sides was amazing.
We drove for a long time, stopped at gas stations to fill up the car, drink coffee, eat.
We talked a lot with the driver, a very cheerful guy.
But! I didn’t like that Vova (Mr. S.’s sister’s husband) was sitting with me, because he was sick, I really wanted to sit next to Mr. S.
I remember our conversations about fish with the driver. Why? It turned out that everyone in the car loved fish.
And Mariupol is a city on the seashore, there were always fishermen on the shore, I also once caught gobies. They are delicious when fried in oil.
I loved eating fried ponytails!
Of course, he asked about Mariupol, it made him return to his thoughts. But it doesn't matter...
I remember Krasnodar at night. This is a city in Russia, many of my tattoo artists friends live there. Lights and signs everywhere. The city combines old houses and new skyscrapers. It is interesting.
We finally arrived at the airport, arrived ahead of time, there was still a lot of time left before departure.
Everyone slept on the seats. We also decided to take a break.
You know, it's funny how two people (me and Mr. S.) slept on chairs in a row. It was scary, I never flew, but he hugged me and it calmed me down.
We woke up from the sound of the alarm clock, got up earlier, or rather, I and the children got up earlier. Alice is very cute when she first gets up. Then her character awakens. She is very mischievous, smart and sweet.
And then everyone woke up and we went to draw up documents.
This is where the quest begins!
Why? The covid test did not fit at the airport, at the last moment we were told to redo it. So many nerves, we understood that the landing was already underway, but they did not give a result for a long time.
Then we were the last to come running, when we were checking the documents, Mr. S's sister was not immediately allowed in, because there was no foreign passport for Alice and Eric. GOD!
While Mr. C went to help sort out, I went with the bags to check, went in, gave my passport with tickets and put our bags.
AND HERE! Case 1 minute!
Started beeping in Mr. S's backpack.
My passport was lying on the counter, at this moment I am distracted by the backpack, which beeped. At that moment, some guy comes in and Vova let him go ahead. Said: "Go, we're still a long time!"
And you know what? This guy put his passport on mine! And took it!
I didn't see it. Mr. C comes, I'm in tears, I can't find my passport.
And then I remember this guy, because he was dressed very unusually.
I run out into the large hall, there was already a line for the bus that was going to the plane, but they had not yet landed. I look, but this guy is nowhere to be found. I think: "He's probably buying perfume"
And he really was there, buying perfume in duty free.
I run up, I say that she took my passport, he looks in the bag and does not find it!
I'm sitting, Mr. S., it calms me down, I'm in shock, I think that's it, the end of the road. And then this guy comes in! And he carries my passport.
Boooooo! I haven't felt such joy in a long time.
The main problem remained, Mr. S.'s sister and children were not allowed to leave the airport. Because the children did not have passports.
That's horrible.
Mr. S and I stood in line, Vova comes up and says: "Fly, they won't let us out. More precisely, yes, but Sveta and no children."