The mother-in-law went to Carina to lend a helping hand in meat rescuing operation there and took Roozahna with her. The linen was boiling; Chief sleeping. To let such a chance fly by would be a sin. We properly proved our sinlessness.
Then Sat went back to the washing, I worked out one page from ULYSSES.
Roozahna returned home too wound up and utterly unruly. Sahtik had to yell at her. No pencil game.
Yoga. Supper. Water.
In the queue to a water-spring I met a pair of neighbors to our Site. They informed me that even the ice had been already scooped out of the big water container there. Whatever is is right.
It's half past nine pm, Chief's sleeping home. The rest of the family went over to the Underground. No shooting in Krkjan. That's good.
And good let this night be for all and everybody.
December 16
In the morning Carina visited us bringing her kids with her. We had a session of paper dove making in our one-but-spacious room.
From 10 am till noon, I attended the Chat Club of Frozen Hearts. No one cared to come and see a gossip like me. I just sat tight in the cold Renderers' reading THE BHAGAVAT-GITA.
After lunch, Sahtik, the kids, and me ventured out for a walk in the Upper Park.
One page from ULYSSES.
Roozahna, Sahtik, and I brought home eight pails of non-drinking water from a newly discovered (so not yet exhausted) underground reservoir nearby the Theater. Then the mother-in-law took me out to introduce one more water-spring in the neighborhood. When following her I heard booms of rather distant explosions—some two or more miles out of the town.
Hopefully, I managed to keep my outward looks composed and my pace steady following my mother-in-law. Yet, inwardly those faraway bangs just shattered my heart. It was a fit of flat panic. Some scared and miserable thing shrieked and sobbed within me in blind unbearable dread.
(…I wonder if there is any psychological formula to reflect ratio between the danger's remoteness and the intensity of fright…)
Yoga. Supper.
Sahtik and Roozahna went to the Underground but returned at once. They saw rats in the beds. The mother-in-law is also here, preparing to bake breads. Earlier in the day, Valyo brought a sack of flour.
I am going out after water. So, good night to each and all.
December 17
Till noon I was at Jaw-Jaw Club (the former Editorial House). THE BHAGAVATA readings. A chat with Rita, the Secretary.
Then I went downhill to the Orliana's where Sahtik and the kids were on a visit. It took us one hour and a half to come back home. The weather was just lovely. Kirov Street densely peopled.
