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2022 March. War. Life in immigration. Exploring the surroundings of Limassol.

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https://www.facebook.com/groups/461052681344642/posts/1687354085381156/ In our first days and weeks of life in Limassol, we all walked a lot together, though without Kostya. We lived in the Dasoudi beach area and walked from there to the yacht club and part of the Limassol Marina promenade. Even little George tried. We walked this route up and down.  And Sylvia decided to please us and took us to a restaurant several times. It was strange for all of us. We could not yet get used to the fact that there was a war in our country, enemies were killing our compatriots, and we were sitting in a restaurant. We were all tormented by our conscience and a usual trip to a restaurant was not a joy. Sylvia tried to please us all and distract us from reality.  We found a small tavern on the embankment and tried Greek food for the first time. Marcel really liked the burgers there. Although I now understand that burgers have nothing to do with Greek cuisine. 2022 Березень. війна. Життя в імміграції. О
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War. Life in immigration. Limassol. Our patrons.

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I didn’t tell you that when we arrived and settled into the apartment rented for us, Katerina, Chris’s wife, took care of us. She bought bed linen, pillows and blankets, food, and essentials for us in advance. She took care of us with all her heart. And literally a few days later they came for us and took us on an excursion to the nearest village. Of course, I was very interested in looking at the village houses and learning how they were built, but the main purpose of our trip from our friends was to feed us. We were invited to a local tavern and Radu and I learned for the first time what such taverns look like. Silvia and Kostya had already been to Cyprus several times before, and. For them, this was not a surprise. But for us, it was very interesting. Our company was huge, there were seven of us, Chris and Katerina, we were seated at a huge table and they began to serve local snacks called meze. There were a lot of them, and we simply relaxed there in our tracksuits. And the hospita
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Limassol. First outing to a cafe with children. Volunteers. Easel.

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In the first days of our stay in Cyprus, we were not at all familiar with the prices of food and it was very difficult for us, as we compared them with our Ukrainian prices. We bought food with caution, as we did not understand how much our expenses would cost us. But we needed to live, and it was simply necessary to distract the children from sad thoughts. There was a cafe near our house and we all went there. The children were happy to eat ice cream. We still did not have anything to change into, we continued to wear suits from Marsiviar. After some time, we learned that there is an opportunity for refugees to receive clothes collected by local volunteers and Mak To with Sylvia went there. At that time, we did not know that you could use the bus, so we walked. After 2 hours, we found a house where volunteers had placed things. And we finally selected clothes for the children, and some for ourselves. When we were leaving, we could hardly imagine how we would get back. But a young woma
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War. Life in immigration. First walk to the beach in Limassol. March, 2022

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http://binovskaya.com/war-life-in-immigration-first-walk-to-the-beach-in-limassol-march-2022/ On one of the very first days in Limassol, we went for a walk to the sea. I still remember my feelings there. Against the background of personal experiences and a torn soul, the sea turned out to be just as unpleasant. Not the sea itself, the sea is always beautiful, the shore covered with unexpectedly black sand seemed disgusting. For us, who had lived in Odesa and Cape Town before, this was very, very strange. And also the cats, who shamelessly relieved themselves right on the beach. There were no vacationers, that is, sunbathers on the sand – after all, it was March, but the understanding that all their excrement would remain in the sand did not improve our mood but on the contrary. But my artist’s soul tried to grab at least something to distract myself from melancholy and I paid attention to the stones. They were all different, grey, white, and brownish, and with an interesting texture, a
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War in Ukraine. March 5. Limassol

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We woke up in Limassol. To be honest, I don’t remember how we settled in there. The apartment had three bedrooms, and there were seven of us. Even now, discussing this with Georgiy, we can’t remember how we settled in. Our house was called Pecora Court. It was located in a tourist area, and a couple of blocks away was the sea. Palm trees were all around, the sun was shining, people lived there, and a million cats. In this house, the cats were very scary, eyeless, tailless, and very dirty. At first, we were scared by the sounds of exploding firecrackers, but it turned out that this is customary here. The main and nauseatingly unacceptable attraction of the area was a supermarket called Rus Market. It still stands pasted over with an oracle with russian symbols in three colors. The boys and I couldn’t speak their language while walking. We tried to speak English, but Georgiy was worried that he didn’t know it well yet. There are a lot of russians living in Limassol, and of course, it’s v
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War in Ukraine. Cyprus Friend.

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War in Ukraine. We left Odesa on February 24, and we searched for a long time for the city where the Airport operates. Got to Romania. Silvia and Kostya were supposed to meet. Then they began to decide where we should go. A little background. Silvia met her future husband while working in a Cypriot company. It was there that their story began. The owner of the company, Chris, became the godfather of their daughter, our Marcel. It was he who extended a helping hand to our family at this terrible moment. He offered us to fly to Cyprus. The road with flights was very difficult. The Covid rules were still in effect. at the airport of Solonikov in Greece, we were tortured, and when we finally arrived in Cyprus, we were stopped because of our difficult road by a dog. They made us wait for an hour for the arrival of the veterinarian only to charge us 50 Euros for importing the dog. In Limassol, an overnight stay awaited us in an apartment rented for us. We could finally rest and come to our s
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2022. The war in Ukraine, the second day

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http://binovskaya.com/war-in-ukraine-day-2-2/ The next day in the morning, in Moldova, we first went to the supermarket to feed the children.  At the hotel at 9 o'clock in the morning, they said that our breakfast, paid for separately, would be ready only by 10 a.m. We did not wait. They all entered the store together, together with the dog. But soon a security guard approached us and asked us to leave with the dog. Marcel returned to the car and later told us that a stranger approached her and gave her a bunch of bananas and a box of Milka chocolates as a sign of solidarity with Ukraine. Our little girl even cried, it was very touching. After feeding the children, we set off, we had a long road ahead of us, first to the border with Romania, and then to Bucharest. There were no problems at the border either, only we had to stand for several hours. All these days merged in my head and memory like one continuous road. We realized that we would not be able to make it the whole way and
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