It doesn't become any easier.
January 5th 2006 I got up early, packed my things and said goodbye to Ana's mum and one babushka. Then myself and Ana went on a final minubus trip across the Ukrainian steppe, an hour to Artemovsk where the train from Donetsk to Moscow stopped. As far as I could see out of the window there was a flat expanse of frosty fields.
Saying goodbye was as bad as I expected, especially because I don't know when I will
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