Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Watchman in Horlivka is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the vibes of this crazy city. Horlivka, man, it’s got its own heartbeat. You can feel it in the air, ya know?
First thing, I hit up the corner of Shchorsa and Komsomolska. Grabbed a coffee from that little kiosk. You know the one? The lady there, she’s a legend. Always got a smile, even when the world’s falling apart. I swear, her coffee’s like magic. I downed it quick, ‘cause I had a shift to cover.
So, I’m walkin’ down the streets, and it’s like every corner has a story. I pass by the old school on Kirova Street. Man, I remember when I was a kid, I used to sneak in there to play football. Now it’s just a ghost of what it was. Makes me mad, ya know? Like, why can’t we keep our history alive?
Then, boom! Outta nowhere, I hear this loud bang. My heart drops. I’m thinkin’, “What now?” Turns out, it’s just some kids messin’ around with firecrackers. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “C’mon, guys, not cool.”
Later, I’m chillin’ by the park near the central square. You know, the one with the fountain? It’s usually packed, but today it’s kinda empty. I sit on a bench, just watchin’ people. This old dude walks by, and he’s got a parrot on his shoulder. I’m like, “Is this a movie or what?” The parrot starts squawkin’ like it owns the place. I can’t help but chuckle.
But then, I see this group of teens on the other side. They’re throwin’ trash everywhere. Ugh! That gets me fired up. I’m like, “Yo, pick that up! This is our home!” But they just laugh and keep goin’. I swear, some people just don’t get it.
As the day rolls on, I head over to the market on Pionerska. It’s bustling, as usual. Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I grab some apples, ‘cause ya know, gotta stay healthy. But then, I spot this guy sellin’ homemade pierogi. I can’t resist! I buy a plate, and man, it’s like heaven in my mouth.
But then, the mood shifts again. I overhear some folks talkin’ about the news. Something about tensions rising again. My stomach drops. I hate that feeling. Horlivka’s been through enough. We don’t need more drama.
By the time I’m done with my shift, I’m exhausted. I walk back home, takin’ the long way through the back alleys. They’re kinda sketchy, but they’ve got character. Graffiti everywhere, some of it’s actually pretty dope. I stop to snap a pic of this mural on a wall. It’s a tribute to the city, and it hits me right in the feels.
Finally, I get home, and I just crash on the couch. I’m thinkin’ about the day. The highs, the lows, the weirdness of it all. Horlivka, man, it’s a wild ride. But it’s my ride. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another day in the life of a Watchman in Horlivka. Full of surprises, laughter, and a whole lotta heart.