12 ОКТ 2025 Riddle of the existance. Limassol nightmare.
Today is Sunday, and last night was very difficult for me. Radu locked the door for the night, I understand him, and we were left without oxygen. Our room is designed so that there are no windows, only sliding doors. Leaving them open overnight is not very safe; you never know who might come in. I woke up at 2 a.m. and only fell asleep again in the early morning, where I had the most amazing dream. I dreamed that our Sylvia was pregnant and about to give birth to Georgiy. And he was next to me, already 10 years old. I felt like I was solving some incredible riddle of existence. Where does a 10-year-old boy go when he’s about to be born? I lay him down and measure his height with a tape measure. It comes out to be 150 cm. When he’s born, he’ll be only 50 cm? So where does he disappear to? This question tormented me until the morning. Сьогодні неділя і минула ніч була для мене дуже тяжкою. Раду на ніч зачинив двері, я його розумію, і ми залишилися без притоку кисню. Наша кімната влаштова...
