There was an old woman who lived at the same apartment
building with us. She was crooked a bit,
did not have one hand and was always dressed at the same clothes.
I remember that all the girls and boys in our area were
afraid of her. When we sow her walking on the street, we would always hide or
pretend we did not see her. At first we
thought that she was a witch.
One time she offered me candies and I could not say a world
how scare I was.
The old woman complained about us going to the building’s
roof and the basement which were our hiding places and we got in a big trouble
from our parents and of course we did not like her at all.
It was May 9, sometimes in 1990th – The Victory
Day Parade in our city. We all dressed up and went to the parade with flags,
balloons and flowers.
There were a few war veterans talking to each other. And
there was that old woman from our building all dressed up in a woman’s military
uniform and she had seven medals on her
shirt, holding flowers in her one hand, laughing and smiling.
