The north wind was blowing all day today – the only kind of weather I truly hate. But it was a good day, the one that felt full and restful at the same time. It was full of small luxuries: good coffee, time to write and reflect, time to talk to friends without hurry, more coffee, more time. In the evening I texted with Vika about the volunteer translation project she got me involved in. She texted back, saying that there is an air raid and they are in the shelter. This is the kind of truth I have to hold at any given time: it was a good day here in Montreal, back home my best school friend was hiding in a shelter during an air raid.