Personal post. My husband and I finally managed to fly to visit parents in the central part of the country. The journey has become difficult – flights are longer, there are constant cancellations and reschedulings due to the need to fly around other countries' airspace and drone attacks. Nighttime travel on buses and commuter trains. We were sick before traveling and became infected again there. Everyone is sick, and the number of viruses is too high. You can only get over-the-counter medications through connections; private clinics don't want to deal with infectious people.
The cities we know are marked by devastation. Mountains of garbage emerging from under the snow and illegal dumps are everywhere. Many abandoned and devastated houses and businesses. People, like zombies, have learned to ignore and say nothing about politics, war, and its consequences. They whisper or fall silent, withdrawing into themselves.
Nighttime reports of drone attacks and air defense missiles have become commonplace. In the morning, reports arrive of attacks being called off or of fatalities. People sigh and dismiss these as natural accidents.
The internet either doesn't work or works poorly. Older people and poorly educated young people prefer to watch TV and believe propaganda. The spectrum of mental states tends toward two extremes: indifference and constant anxiety. Family and friends have aged significantly.
A photo illustrating my post: a house destroyed by a downed drone, in which a family and a child died. Village of Andreyevskoye, Aleksandrovsky District, Vladimir Region.