Part two. Nothing's wrong with our world
On the next day after our late-night conversation (it was the longest I’ve ever heard my husband talk, so I knew exactly the depth of his desperation), when our children went to their lessons – I skipped work. I lied that I was sick, but no, I didn’t need a doctor, and I didn’t need a quarantine – I was just… khm… tired. Yes, I’ll come tomorrow, yes, I’ll do my best to make it up. I joined my husband at his laboratory. His colleagues greeted me, and I noticed the same dull sh
Everything wrong with our world. Part one.
Me and Natalie were returning home from work. There were several bad-lighted blocks between us and my home. I took a deep sip of the fresh evening air:
‘I love the modern world’ - I exhaled. Natalie nodded with a smile:
‘Yes, I remember how last year I used to tremble with fear if only one light burned out’
‘Yup… add a creepy man shuffling behind you’
‘Oh, don’t remind me!’ – Natalie laughed.
‘Ok, bye now, my husband must miss me already’
‘Yeah, I wish I could get someo