Right now Sahtik has arrived home together with her mom to handle the problem. High time for me to end this entry.
Good night.
January 31
Severe bombardments all day long. They say the Azeri president declared 'ghazavat'—the holy war—on this self-proclaimed Republic. So Sahtik with the kids and my mother-in-law kept to the Underground all day.
In the morning I went to the barber's to have my hair cut. From there I came to the Club but at 11 am was strongly recommended to leave.
At a news-stand in Kirov Street I bought nine ball-pens of the cheapest sort – one monet each.
At home I was called over to the Underground to dismantle Ahshaut's cot and take it out of there to make more room for the room's population. From now on he is to sleep there in one bed with Sahtik.
Then I took breads to the Carina's and the Orliana's, respectively.
When back home again I tinkered at one more contrivance in the way of a handcart.
No Yoga (I'm still unwell). No Joyce.
The home made oillamp needs improving – the wick tractor would pack up at times.
One more visit to the Underground and the water-walk are ahead.
The shelling goes on, unceasingly and unilaterally.
No answering from this side except for my "Good night".
February 1
Yesterday—so the local radio—eighty missiles and forty shells hit the town. And today till half past one pm I was again busy modeling a handcart. I tried to use the wheels from a toy truck but their axis made of wire couldn't bear the weight of 40-liter flask filled with water.
Rather calm a day it was – only one attack.
They say (the Underground mass media) Azeri tanks had captured the Hramort village setting a lot of houses on fire. Yet, the attackers were fought back and fled sustaining heavy casualties.
Sashic dropped in when I was lunching alone to ask how we were getting on.
I paid to Nasic, the landlady, fifty-monet of rent for this month.
One page from ULYSSES. No Yoga.
A rare treat – all the family had a supper together. Then I went for the water-walk. On the way back home there occurred a minor break down.
(…well, the first American space shuttle also lost fifteen thermo-scales in its maiden flight…)
However, I managed to bring water home without so crushing a strain as the day before. On the way I saw a great fire in the downhill town outskirts.
Washing the reachable parts of mine in the tub is the last item on my agenda.
So I have the right to say "Good night".
February 2
