War Torn #atozchallenge #Ukraine

“Vlad how are we going to get across if you can’t remember?”

“Anatoliy told me years ago. You forget I am old man.” Vlad’s voice cracked.

“It’s easy. Let’s think about that.” My husband knew he had to battle the worry.

“Yes, we tried many configurations to get here when my wife was on this side. Anatoliy didn’t seem to know any more than we did.”

“Or he didn’t want too many to know.”

“Yes, that could be true. Let’s go to Passage. Maybe we can find something.”

“Olga, I am not sure when I will be back…”

“Your wife is our number one concern. Go do what you must do.” Olga pushed the men out the door.

As they walked, they were both deep in thought. My husband wondered about the man who kept a close eye on them. He had always been at The Passage.

“Vlad, I think the man watching us got through the Portal. He is always at the Passage. But the last few times no one.”

“But how???”

If is the more worrisome.”

They both walked much faster to the Passage. My husband waved at the manager. He smiled back.

They went up the stairs to the third floor then ran down to the second floor and around to the short hallway. There was the diamond design on the carpeting.

“What time?”

“Too early.” Vlad grumbled.

“Let’s go back up and do it again but slow like we always do to not attract attention.”

They did the routine again with a calm they did not feel. When they stood on the pattern, Valeria came through.

“I did it. Oh, thank you Portal. Thank you. “The girl was out of breath.

She turned to the men and looked so worn as if she had been in 2022.

“There is too much to tell you. There is a man named Uri. He is ex KGB and he is trained in torture.”

“How did he get there?”

“We think when Vlad and the men passed over that he gained access before the Portal could close. There is no one there to protect us.”

“Where is the family?”

“They are in hiding in the place. He knows about them and has tried to get information from many of our guests. I pretended I was a housekeeper for The Passage so he thinks I’m a dumb girl.”

“What does he want? It can’t be the family there are too many other ways to get to our friends in 2022.”

“No, he talks about secret passageway. Something about Resistance.”

Vlad looked around like he knew something.

“We are glad you come. Can we get back?”

Vlad stuffed his Glock in his waist band and checked the knife in his boot. Then he handed Valeria his Kalashnikov. She checked the safety, slung the rifle over her shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.

“We need to go back to third floor,” she pointed. “Then back at three. Two people at three don’t you remember, Vlad? Also look at your feet. Left foot on the diamond the other has to be sideways on the circle.” She whispered to Vlad and my husband. “Now let’s go.”

They stood at the clock trying to look unnoticeable. But no one in the hotel cared.

“Vlad will go with me; you must wait two days then come with your wife. We should be safe by then. Bring your gun in case.”

“Tell men to keep rotation to Mariople. Yevhen in charge.”

I nodded Yevhen was respected by all the men and a good leader.

“Go to your room and get your things out. In case…” Valeria pointed for me to go.

“We will win…” Vlad smiled.

My husband thought about the KGB guy.

We don’t need a war on both sides of the Portal.  My husband mumbled at the clock as he walked by.

Thank you to the A to Z community and each blogger that joins in April.

Please take a visit to my friend’s Blog Writer of Wrong and his A to Z

This on-going story for A to Z challenge 2022 was originally written in 2007 in Odessa, Ukraine. I’ve tweeked it to arrive in 2022 but the elements of a multiaccess portal and a war (the original story had multiple wars) are original. The Passage that is central to this story is a real hotel built in 1880s. She’s seen alot of history stomp through her doors and I could feel the past while I lived there. I hope you see the tenacity of the Ukrainian people through this attempt to honor their bravery. The story about the shot up car and the people is one of many stories we got from friends helping people escape Mariople.

 

Authors

The Basics

Clearly Crazy

Discovery

E- Eavesdropping

F- Friends and Family

G- Grumbling Titka

Hiding in 1991

I – Intensity

J- My Journal

K- Keep Moving

L- Cold Air Lunch

M- Medical needs

N- What Next

O-Out of Sight

P-Portal

Q – Questions

R- The Russian

S- Shots and Sirens

T- Turned Back

U- Uri

V- Vladimir

Vladimir #atozchallenge #ukraine #fiction

“Are you okay?” My husband shook my body. ‘Honey, are you okay?” He said louder. “Wake up!!!”

When I didn’t respond, he picked me up. For a moment he had no idea what to do. Sirens were going off and bombs were falling. “What do I do? He screamed.

He saw a dim light that was over the door of the church. He ran there praying that the bombs would fall somewhere else.

“Are there any medical people?” He said with a panic that none of our team had ever seen.

Olga grabbed his hand and without a word directed him to a quiet area where there was a cot.

“We need to set her down in quiet and not too much light.” Our friend who had medical training told me. “Her vitals are strong. I think she has a concussion and hopefully will revive.”

Unfortunately, hospitals were one of the most dangerous places to go.

“We will watch her round clock.”

Everyone took turns watching me. My husband was always there; sometimes he collapsed in absolute fatigue.

“When I spoke to your wife, she squeezed my hand. I was able to determine she has bad headache. I told her rest. I put cold cloth on head. She will recover.” Olga said with that Ukrainian confidence we both appreciated.

“I’m relieved that she will get better. But I worry.” My husband looked at me then held my hand. “Has Vlad been around?”

“He took rotation in Mariople. Should be back tomorrow.”

“As soon as he returns, I need to speak with him. It is important.”

“Yes, everything these days is.” Olga sighed.

I opened my eyes and realized the light was too bright but I could speak a little.

Since I was improving, my husband took some time to communicate with Dmitre. Dmitre knew we were out of contact with his family.

“Things hold. Zelensky continues to know when to hide when there is an assassination attempt. There have been hundreds.”

“What about you?”

“Only dozens.” Dmitre chuckled. “We need Mariople and Odessa to stay strong. the ships outside of Odessa cannot make anchor. Pray the storms continue.”

“ I will tell the team your news. We pray constantly these days,”

“The East depends on it…” My husband knew he meant all of Ukraine.

Vlad finally returned from Mariople.

“That does not sound too good.” Vlad’s frowns crinkled over weather worn wrinkles.

“Valeria sounded like you would know…”

“The fact that the Portal allowed you to speak through it means there is something not right.” He clenched his bruised and bandaged hands. “I need to remember the formula that the professor taught me. The professor assured me it was easy.”

“What is it then?” My husband was overwhelmed with worry.

“I don’t remember.” Vlad looked blankly into my husband’s eyes.

Thank you to the A to Z community and each blogger that joins in April.

This on-going story for A to Z challenge 2022 was originally written in 2007 in Odessa, Ukraine. I’ve tweeked it to arrive in 2022 but the elements of a multiaccess portal and a war (the original story had multiple wars) are original. The Passage that is central to this story is a real hotel built in 1880s. She’s seen alot of history stomp through her doors and I could feel the past while I lived there. I hope you see the tenacity of the Ukrainian people through this attempt to honor their bravery. The story about the shot up car and the people is one of many stories we got from friends helping people escape Mariople.

 

Authors

The Basics

Clearly Crazy

Discovery

E- Eavesdropping

F- Friends and Family

G- Grumbling Titka

Hiding in 1991

I – Intensity

J- My Journal

K- Keep Moving

L- Cold Air Lunch

M- Medical needs

N- What Next

O-Out of Sight

P-Portal

Q – Questions

R- The Russian

S- Shots and Sirens

T- Turned Back

U- Uri

 

Questions ??? #Ukraine #atozchallenge

“We need to stay together!!!” My husband said in exasperation.

“We can use your help here.” I looked at him with gentle eyes. We didn’t need to fight when so much unknown fluttered through the room.

“Yes, friend you can. I must bring my men here. It is the only way we can help our people.” Vlad was very strong in his statement.

“Can we return to 1991 to get anything we might need?” He pleaded with his eyes.

“Yes, that makes sense. I need so many medical supplies and a change of worn out but warm clothing.” I grabbed his arm.

“We need to communicate with a friend.” Vlad motioned.

“Yes, let’s do that and then we will return here to get you before the hour on the clock.” He pointed to the 3 on his watch.

“I will wait.” I wavede goodbye and was overcome with emotion.

This was not coming out how I thought it would. But there is no one here who has an answer to the questions – Why, What, When and How.

They are getting by and I am here to help.

There was another siren and I covered my ears and then went back to work.

*

“Who will tell us what is happening?” Luda was not happy with our news.

“You will hear when someone comes back from 2022.” I said as kindly as I could. “Be grateful you are safe. So many from Mariople have been hurt and if they did not get out they are besieged.”

“Those are my friends.” She shouted.

Anatoliy came in to our room just then.

“Young woman. This is an effort to save lives and save Ukraine; you must stop thinking of yourself. The Portal saw fit to allow you here be grateful. And those children…”

“Please be careful once you go over the Portal. I can sense a danger that would bring trouble here. Do not move back and forth. Use the Portal for an emergency.”

“What about supplies?” Vlad asked.

“Take what you can and trust for the rest. The Portal must remain protected. She could refuse to let any of you re-enter here.”

We all looked at him with concern.

“My only other choice would be to close the Portal.”

“Is that possible?”

“Yes, but there is the possibility that it would never re-open.” Anatoliy looked sternly at us.

“Then we will stay in 2022, Professor.” Vlad looked at is then back at Anatoliy.

“One thing,” my husband whispred, “you need to tell the ladies and Valeria after we are gone.”

*

We had to cross to 2022 in twos and threes. We were all sober as we walked different directions from The Passage hotel.

“We cannot go back to out room.” My husband had told me. There is someone watching for you Im certain.

“What about the cars?” I mouthed.

“Vlad has the keys.”

“And money since the banks do not work?”

“I got some out our day before the bombing. It will have to do.” He patted his wallet.

We had said our goodbyes to Vlad and the men. We knew they could find us when they needed news from Dmitre.

The sirens came on which gave us the opportunity to run down the street. We went first to a coffee shop we had liked and then ducked in doorways as we worked our way to the church.

We could see the church when a large man stepped into our path…

**

Thanks for visiting Penned in Moondust by Moondustwriter. This month for the A to Z challenge I pulled out an archived story from 2007, dusted it off and reworked the year of entry 2022. This was originally written in Odessa, Ukraine. I hope you see the bravery and courage that I hope to convey in each episode.

Links to Story in Order

Authors

The Basics

Clearly Crazy

Discovery

E- Eavesdropping

F- Friends and Family

G- Grumbling Titka

Hiding in 1991

I – Intensity

J- My Journal

K- Keep Moving

L- Cold Air Lunch

M- Medical needs

N- What Next

O-Out of Sight

P-Portal

Portal #atozchallenge #ukraine

My friend this is an interesting thing to have on a mirror. Vlad pointed to the lipstick heart.

My husband went in the bathroom and knew it was mine.

“You are alive.” He exhaled as if he had been holding his breath.

“Where?” Vlad looked in all directions. went to our secret cabinet and the note tumbled out.

“I know…” He looked at the envelop with the money. It was empty. “Good.” He patted his pocket grateful he had more just in case. “Let’s go find her.”

“Yes, now one suggestion. Those same people looking for her know about you. We need you to look more Ukrainian.”

Vlad always wore two pair of pants he pulled one pair off. “Put these on. Change sweaters.with me. Your beard looks good mess your hair. Take off your glasses. He pulled a wool beanie over my husband’s ears. Better.” He put my husband’s hat on.

“First, we go downstairs. Get some coffee. Watch some people then go…”

*

Olga was so glad to see me. When I told her that I would like to stay there was no argument. She needed extra hands and a nurse was a double bonus. I was glad I had left my duffle bag with supplies at the church. It would have been too obvious to have walked out of the hotel with it.

There were so many people that came through. Each night we laid out hundreds of mattresses and blankets for sleeping. Each morning we made borscht (cabbage soup) and bread. As the refugees made their way to the border, we wanted them to have strength.

I was broken hearted when one very pregnant woman made it all the way to us by walking. After she delivered her baby, she just had no more energy to live. Another family she had travelled with, took the baby willingly.

Every day there were people sick, some wounded with bullets, more with worn out shoes.

I looked up one day and there he was. I wanted to laugh and cry as I saw that silly wool cap pulled over his ears.

We just held each other no words were needed.

Ivan had a good talk with Olga and heard many things. Her sister was in Dnipro and their church was taking food into Mariople and bringing car loads of people out.

She chuckled as she told him about a car full of people with their stuff crammed to the roof. The car had been completely shot up as well as all the belongings but there was not a scratch on the driver or his 7 passengers.

“Sounds like we need to get help to Mariople, before too late.” Vlad slapped my husband on the back.

We talked quietly in a corner.

“Yes, good idea. What about the portal will it let us through?”

“Don’t know.” Vlad looked to the ceiling.

“What about the portal?” I asked

“It knew about the bomb and stopped letting people through/”

“So, you are going back today?” I looked at both men.

“We will try.” Vlad said.

My husband nodded. “Get you to safety and re-group.”

“I need to stay here and help.” I whispered really loud.

I saw the WHAT look on my husband’s face.

“We are in living in this war now.” I held his hand then let it drop.

Thanks for visiting Penned in Moondust by Moondustwriter. This month for the A to Z challenge I pulled out an archived story from 2007, dusted it off and reworked the year of entry 2022. This was originally written in Odessa, Ukraine. I hope you see the bravery and courage that I hope to convey in each episode.

Links to story in Order:

Authors

The Basics

Clearly Crazy

Discovery

E- Eavesdropping

F- Friends and Family

G- Grumbling Titka

Hiding in 1991

I – Intensity

J- My Journal

K- Keep Moving

L- Cold Air Lunch

M- Medical needs

N- What Next

O-Out of Sight

What Next? #Ukraine #fiction #timeportal #atozchallenge

The Passage Hotel, Odessa Ukraine

‘It’s day ___. ‘ I wrote in my journal. ‘ February 2022. It’s frozen in Odessa. A long winter this year. I prayed for warmth for people in bombed out areas in the East and Mariople.’

We went about our normal morning routine. The Passage was full with mostly refugees. We were one of the few paying guests.

I had taken a nap but was awakened by the sound of explosions.

“Everything is secure here.” My husband mouthed. “Left our currency in the safety hold.”

I nodded knowing it was time to go.

We slowly did our routine. Trying to look non-chalant, we walked to the second floor. My husband put our room key in my pocket.

The floor rocked as we approached the design on the carpet. As we stood still, the design changed…

At that very moment, the hotel violently shook.

“Bomb,” my husband yelled as he fell forward. “Take cover.”

I felt the ceiling start falling around me.

“Honey, Honey,” I cried out. I had fallen backward.

“I’ll get you…”  I only heard the echo of his words.

I knew I had to move. But where?

I heard a cry for help so I stumbled that direction.

A man shouted for help in Ukrainian his face pale.

I could only ask, “chto ne tak?”

He pulled me toward the door. On the floor was a woman who was clearly hurt. I knelt beside her to assess her injury. Then I saw that her foot was at a weird angle. “It’s broken.” I said knowing he didn’t understand. With my pigeon Ukrainian I told him I would return.

***

“All I know is Odessa was being bombed. Then there was a direct hit to the Passage. I entered the Portal and my wife fell backward and remains in 2022.”

“Quickly,” Valeria motioned. “We must get her.” We ran to the clock, down the hall, stood at the design on the carpet. Nothing. We did that several more times.

“Try the reverse way. I must find Anatoliy he knows Portal best.”

My husband tried to reenter the Portal. He was literally banging his head against a wall.

“I’m sorry, friend. I believe the Portal was shaken. She knows when there is an attack. She stops all movement.” Anatoliy said.

“Have you seen this before?’

“Oh yes, first when I was a young man, then again in 1990 or 91 before the end of the Cold War.”

“How do I get to my wife?” My husband was between crying and screaming.

“The Portal will settle.”

“But how long professor?”

“A few days, maybe a few weeks…”

“My wife is in a war zone.”

“So are many others…” He said with little emotion.

My husband almost wore the design on the rug out trying again and again to cross the portal. Our friends tried to get across as well. To no avail.

*

I returned from my room with my first aid kit and was able to splint Daryna’s ankle. She smiled weakly after I gave her a Tylenol and left her with a small supply. With pigeon Ukrainian, I explained to keep her foot raised and if they could find ice in the hotel that would help the swelling.

As I stood waving “goodbye” at the door, I heard someone yell “Amerikanski…”

Two men started running down the hall. I knew what my value had been the last time I was in Ukraine – it was easily triple.

Daryna’s husband waved me down the back hallway.” Idti!”  His bulky frame sprinted toward the men…

“What next?” I wanted to scream.

Thanks for visiting Penned in Moondust by Moondustwriter. This month for the A to Z challenge I pulled out an archived story from 2007, dusted it off and reworked the year of entry 2022. This was originally written in Odessa, Ukraine. I hope you see the bravery and courage that I hope to convey in each episode.

Links to the story in order:

Authors

The Basics

Clearly Crazy

Discovery

E- Eavesdropping

F- Friends and Family

G- Grumbling Titka

Hiding in 1991

I – Intensity

J- My Journal

K- Keep Moving

L- Cold Air Lunch

M- Medical needs

Great blogs at the A to Z Challenge in April

My Journal #atozchallenge #Odessa #Ukraine #fiction

I hope the science guy can explain the portal cause it’s complicated. One time I can come across at the same point but now I have to go to a different clock and come thorugh the back way at 9 am. Right now I’m in 1991. I think this going back and forth is going to make my head spin. My husband is with Vlad. I’m glad we can help … I am happy to have such a well- stocked first aid storage.

I wrote a few more details in my journal before I stored it away. If I ever got back to a normal place in life, I want to remember as much about 1991 as possible. 

My husband entered the room and we knew we had to tell each other everything we had learned or seen in double time before we returned across the portal. Too soon we heard Valeria at the door.

“Ready?” She said cheerfully.

“Yes.” My husband smiled.

“No.” I grimaced.

“Okay – Pashli. We go to the ground floor for the return clock. At exactly 9 am we must go up hotel’s back stairs and enter the hall with the carpet design from the other side. The rug design changes like before. Bon chance.”

We made the transition and quietly went to our room in 2022 before we were seen.

What I had learned was there was a stockpile of guns and ammo in 1991. My husband was told also  to look for an old tunnel under Passage that had been used by the underground during World War 2 and the Cold War. This is where we hoped to make communication with Dmitre.

“Will our cells work underground?” I mouthed to my husband.

“We will see.”

“Hello,” one of the maids greeted us on the stairs as we were going out. Would you like your room…”

“No, thank you. not today. Tomorrow in the morning.” I gave her a little money.

“Spasiba…”

The tunnel had been unused for quite some time. I was glad I had worn my winter hat so that my hair wasn’t covered in webs.

“The call is going through.” My husband whispered. “Yes, Dmitre. Is this a good time? Can you hear me, ok?”

“I understand that anything I need to relay to our “force” will go through you.”

“Yes. That’s what captain said.”

“For now, this is what we have.” He spent the next several minutes giving my husband coordinates and information about tank and artillery formation. He also noted that a Russian ship was on its way from Crimea to Odessa.

“Dmitre, be careful there are several reports…”

“Yes, we know. They are being very good about moving our location. We also will be switching to communication that is difficult to pinpoint. Today, you will be sent a device by courier. He will greet you the way we greeted in Uganda. Goodbye.”

“What was that greeting?” I mouthed to my husband.

“An elbow bump because of Co-Vid.” He smiled. “Let me take you to lunch lady with the webs.” He smiled as he grabbed my hand.

Later that day the courier met up with us. He delivered the new cell phone in a pastry bag with several pastries. We passed off a picture the children had drawn for their daddy that was in a visitor guide.

I saw the man that had been watching us. This time he looked straight at us with a dark intensity.

Has someone ever looked at you with an intensity that unnerved you???

Thanks for visiting Penned in Moondust by Moondustwriter. This month for the A to Z challenge I pulled out an archived story from 2007, dusted it off and reworked the year of entry 2022. This was originally written in Odessa, Ukraine. I hope you see the bravery and courage that I hope to convey in each episode.

Links to the story in order:

Authors

The Basics

Clearly Crazy

Discovery

E- Eavesdropping

F- Friends and Family

G- Grumbling Titka

Hiding in 1991

I – Intensity

Grumbling Titka #Ukraine #fiction #atozchallenge

“They just arrived and are unpacking their car.” My husband walked quickly toward the entrance.

“We need to think what we will say to the hotel staff.” I looked at the front desk.

“If we are asked, we will tell them they are settling in with friends. These are unusual times.”

“That will work.” I frowned thinking – this better work.

“We are so glad to see you again. Here Dmitre’s number is ringing. He needs to know you are safe.”

“But we could…”

“Yes son, we are glad to be safe. We are worried for the friends we have left behind.” Malika took my hand as she held the cell phone in her other. “We had to leave my birds and everything …” Tears came to her eyes. “Yes, be safe son. We will talk soon.”

The children jabbered with their father while we unpacked the car.

“Bye, bye papa.” The children shouted in unison.

We shouldered backpacks and satchels and moved quickly toward the hotel.

“Some tea would be a relief.” Malika’s sister Luda stated.

“Yes, we will get you some tea once we settle. It is almost 3:00.” I tried to hurry our little group.

“But they have staff to help with this.” Luda stopped in the middle of the lobby eyeing a comfortable set of couches.

“Luda and Malika we do not want the hotel staff to see you. It is for your …”

“Pashli – let’s go sister.” Malika walked with determination to the elevator.

I wanted to let out a big sigh as I grabbed her elbow toward the stairs. The children dragged their bags. They went “Thump, Thump” up each stair.

We didn’t see the man, but he watched us from the car to the stairs.

“Please, we need to be silent and quick.” My husband said with urgency.

We hoped they wouldn’t grumble when they had to go to the third floor only to walk back down one flight of stairs.

“You do not seem to know your way.” Luda waved her arms in frustration.

“Shhh, Luda. We do know…” My face was serious.

As we reached the carpet with the design, we asked everyone to stop. This was not easy as there was so much forward motion in our feet. But we managed.

“Stand on that piece of carpet.” My husband lined the children’s feet on the design.

When he saw the pattern change, we pushed each of our friends forward. Luda stumbled.

“Quick.” I hissed.

Valeria’s smile lit up the room as she stepped forward to help us. She grabbed several of the bags and put her finger upon her lips.

“This way.” She moved silently toward the blue room.

It was too late to wonder if someone had seen us stumble over the portal…

It is not easy to leave all your possessions behind. Our refugee friends have had to leave all they owned behind. It is a difficult thing but each one is grateful for their safety.

Welcome to Penned in Moondust. This month for A to Z challenge I took an archived story written in Odessa, Ukraine in 2007. I’m updating it with current events ;the focus is a time portal and a family.

Here is a link to the story in order:

Authors

The Basics

Clearly Crazy

Discovery

E- Eavesdropping

F- Friends and Family

Eavesdropping #Atozchallenge #Ukraine

“What is this place?” My husband asked. “And why doesn’t the hotel manager know about it?”

“It is a long story. For now, I will tell you this: You are in the year 1992. We have safety portals that we are opening for Ukrainians as we speak. When you came through the portal in 2010, we were in one of our training exercises. The portal allowed you in. We believe it’s because it knew you would be coming back. There is one of our experts who will have more time to explain how things work.  We need your help to prepare. Most of the food and supplies you have purchased, you must bring through the portal. You will use a laundry cart to move those supplies. Then you will wait for the family to come from Mariople.”

“They will be joining us?” My eyes opened wide.

“Yes. One word of caution – you must not tell anyone you know about this portal or what you have seen. There are people looking for us.”

“We understand.” My husband clasped my hand.

“What if…” I mumbled.

“Yes?”

“I have felt someone watching and listening.”

“Outside of our door?” My husband looked startled.

“I went to the door and no one was there.”

“We know there are silent watchers. It cannot be helped. BUT be careful.” Valeria’s blue eyes were intense. “You must move rooms. There is a room in 2022 where you can hide many things. You must Go Now – The portal will open for you soon.”

As we walked down the hall, Valeria quickly explained that we needed to bring everything tomorrow on her laundry cart.

“Stand before the hallway clock on the third floor at exactly 3pm. Go down stairs to the second floor. It gives the portal a signal. Then stand on that carpet with the design.”

“What if we miss the time?”

“You will not.” She said flatly. “Change rooms tomorrow. You must move to 502.”

We went back to our room in 2022 and spent our evening in another period of silence.

I heard a thud like someone had dropped something outside our door. My husband quietly walked to the door.

“No one.” My husband said silently from the doorway. “But I did find this.”

He showed me a plastic tumbler with the bottom cut off.

For listenin? I mouthed

Yes, This is surreal my husband wrote on a notepad.

I know. I wrote back

What are we doing? He scratched

His question unnerved me because he was always calm and certain of things.

We are here to help people in trouble. I wrote back.

The next day was nerve wracking. I felt like we were doing something wrong. We managed to get to the portal at the right time with the food, blankets and clothing and first aid stuff. Last minute, I ran down to check into room 502 with one small bag.

Valeria welcomed us as we entered 1992. “This is very good. It will be stored away for Emergency.”

“Now you must get back to 2022.” Valeria said. “When the family comes you bring them here directly. Do not register them in the hotel. Their name cannot be there.”

“When you come across the portal you must leave all your technology. Find the hidden wall and use it.” Valeria showed us back down the hallway.

“Live like you are in Soviet Russia – the walls have eyes and ears…”

***

Reader: Have you ever been in a place where you had to be very careful what you were saying (or doing?)

Thanks for stopping by Penned In Moondust by Moondustwriter for the A to Z Challenge. This (continuing) story was birthed at The Passage hotel in 2007 in Odessa Ukraine. I changed the time to the present rather than the Cold War. I hope you feel the courage and tenacity of the Ukrainian people as this fiction unfolds.

Links to the beginning of the story:

Authors

The Basics

Clearly Crazy

Discovery

Join us as we spend April blogging from A to Z

Discovery #Ukraine #fiction #atozchallenge

“The room we are looking for is blue in color.” My husband insisted to the hotel manager.

“There is no room in blue. It must have been redone.” The manager tried to sound nice.

“It has to be here,” I stomped up the stairs to the third floor. I had refused to use the antiquated elevator from our first day.

“Might I help you?” One of the housekeepers smiled at us.

“I’m looking for a room with blue wall paper. There is a sitting room, a small hall way, a bath and a very large bedroom.”

“And you say the room is in blue?” Her lips curled into a knowing smile.

“Yes,” we both chorused.

“I know it well. Follow me.” She set her linens down and walked with determination down the hall. “This way,” she pointed toward the stairs as we went down one floor.

“That’s right it was on the second floor.”

We walked down one floor, down a very long hallway, and then up three stairs toward another short hallway.

“Please stand right here for one moment,” the girl said. “See where the carpet is different?”

“Yes.” We both said.

“When you see the carpet change you must quickly move down that hallway.”

It was odd. I looked at the carpet and it changed.

“Go now.” She pushed us forward then up five stairs and there was the short hallway.

“Yes, this looks right.” I pointed to the room where I had stayed years ago.

The girl opened the door for us with some small amount of ceremony. “The blue room.”

“It looks the same.” I looked at the bedding, the large sofa and a small bed in the corner. There was also a small woodburning stove. I walked into the adjoining room with a large double bed and two twin beds. “Plenty of room.” I sighed.

The girl pushed a panel and there was another hidden room with many shelves and an additional bed. “For hiding people.” She whispered.

My head was spinning with questions: Where, What, Who…

Thanks for stopping by Penned In Moondust by Moondustwriter for the A to Z Challenge. This (continuing) story was birthed at The Passage hotel in 2007 in Odessa Ukraine. I changed the time to the present rather than the Cold War. I hope you feel the courage and tenacity of the Ukrainian people as this fiction unfolds.

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What Would We do Without Water? #hydration #health #elderlyissues #atozchallenge

Most of my clients don’t need to pump their own water though some are on well water.

I recently got a call from adopted family in Africa. ” My wife is sick and the baby is bloated.There are no resources and no medicine and the hospitals are out of reach.”

Have your wife lay down and drink 6 bottles of water each day and give the baby spoonfuls of water. (clean water )

Dont get me wrong water is not the answer to all our problems but hydration is a huge issue for our health.

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Many Elderly are not getting enough water (coffee and soda drinks do not qualify as hydrating fluids). I know a caregiver that would stop all fluids at 5 pm so there would be no night-time brief changes. That convenience puts an elderly person at risk.

Elderly people often don’t drink until they are thirsty. All of our senses diminish with ages so most seniors are not getting enough hydration.

I have seen that clients with a better diet and hydration seem to have higher function.

I am all for health for the elderly. I have had several family members who  were/are chronic illness and drug free into their 90s. They were all active, ate well and water was their main fluid.

 

I drink about 80 oz of water each day – how about you?

 

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