But i still feel. Too much.

On bus home from my beloved ukraine, traveled the country west to east and back again, fluctuating between euphoria and despair. Beautiful country... On the edge. Talked to people and tried to do some good. Lots of work ahead and i am slightly tired of being the heroic volunteer. But i been told again and again how important my doings are. So i guess i put my on my flower headpeace and carry on.

Heard stories. Seen things. I pray for all those there in the east... they are the best of the nation and we need people who can change the world alive.

Feel years older. Have not slept too much and cannot really blame the trains or cheap hostels. Its more cause of shaky frontlines, uncertain future...

On the other hand, i can use heroism of some i met as inspiration. I wanna na like that. Maybe i can. I hope so.