TODAY

it is a Christmas Day.

There is no mood, no bliss, no inner joy—they erased it from my chest with an eraser and tore it out, like Danko's heart. I practically do not smile; I hide from people, and I do not want to watch funny films.

I pray. I pray that I will be "let go" and I will find myself again, among all this news, among flying rockets, among crying friends and calls from the front, when my relatives say goodbye to me...

It's Christmas, and I've finished my 100th case for Canada. Made another miracle in the lives of people completely unfamiliar to me.

The first case I filed on April 11—the hundredth—is today. I did not take a single penny from anyone, including those whom I helped with documents. During this time, we lost several documents; unfortunately, one passport was never found in Germany. I know which country passes the biometrics queue faster, which country resolves visa issues faster, where passports are printed faster, and where children's decisions are made faster.

One hundred cases, only eight of which were single cases; the remainder were large families.The largest number in one is 11 people (a large family with children and grandmothers).

We calculate the time from the Nativity of Christ, which means the new year has begun its countdown.

Happy birthday to all of us. And give us the Lord's strength to pass the new year with dignity; to see the victory of Ukraine without losing humanity; not to scatter, to be filled with strength to help others carry their bags of stones well, and to throw off your own, finally...

Your (slightly sad) Nata Che