The other day-off.
Till four pm I was doing my hard labors time on our Site.
The layout improvement is a choice pastime; breaking up frost-tightened clay and shoveling it down into the bottomless gorge that serves the natural border to the Site.
On my way home I stopped for a chat with Goorgan, the only neighbor we have on our side of the gorge.
He shared that all the truck-drivers at their state-owned firm work for
(Armenian borrowing from Greek) "freedom fighter". now. He also has to transport the arms flown in from Armenia to the Kolatac village.
Going under the pine trees that line the sidewalk opposite the Children Hospital, I picked up a big bough chopped off by a shell fragment. There's enough material to make a decent X-mass tree.
At supper Roozahna went off her rocker. To restrain my choler, I left the table and munched my share sitting at the sideboard.
After Roozahna and my mother-in-law left for the Underground, Sahtik stayed home knitting yet five-minutes ago a solitary shell-blast made her flee.
Now, only Ahshaut and I am here. He sleeps undisturbed.
Outdoors all is quiet again.