Man, what a day in Bakhmut! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. Woke up, sun shining, thought it’d be chill. But nah, Bakhmut had other plans.
First off, I hit up Vulytsia Shchorsa for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. The barista, she’s a legend. Always knows my order. But today? She spills half my cappuccino! I’m like, “C’mon, girl!” But she just laughs it off. I mean, I get it, we all have those days, right?
Then I’m walking down Vulytsia Kostiantynivska, and boom! I see this street performer. Dude’s playing the accordion like he’s in a movie. I stop, totally vibing. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and lands on his head! I’m dying! The guy doesn’t even flinch. Just keeps playing. Bakhmut’s wild, man.
So, I keep strolling, and I hit the market near the central square. It’s packed! Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I grab some tomatoes, and this babushka starts chatting me up. She’s like, “You know, these are the best in Bakhmut!” I’m thinking, “Lady, I just want my tomatoes.” But she’s got stories, man. Tales from the war, from the old days. I’m just standing there, listening, feeling all the feels.
But then, I see this guy trying to sell me some weird-looking fish. Like, what even is that? I’m like, “Nah, bro, I’m good.” He gets all defensive, starts yelling about how it’s the best fish in Ukraine. I’m just trying to buy some groceries, not start a fish war!
After that, I decide to hit up the park by the Bakhmutka River. It’s a nice spot, you know? I sit down, take a breather. But then, this group of kids runs by, playing tag. They’re laughing, having a blast. I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like these that remind you life’s still good, even in a city that’s been through so much.
But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I jump up, thinking it’s something serious. Turns out, it’s just some dude dropping his bike. I’m like, “Really, man? You scared me for nothing!” He just shrugs and laughs. Classic Bakhmut, right?
As the day goes on, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. I mean, it’s Bakhmut! You never know what’s gonna happen next. I decide to grab a bite at this little joint on Vulytsia Haharina. Best borscht in town, no cap. I sit down, and the waiter spills soup all over my lap. I’m like, “Dude, what’s with the spills today?” He just grins and says, “It’s a Bakhmut thing.”
By the time I’m heading home, I’m exhausted but buzzing. Bakhmut’s got this energy, you know? It’s chaotic, but it’s home. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Maybe less spills, though. Please, less spills!