“Remember our little playhouse? That we built from scraps of lumber and cardboard?” “I remember, Yulia. We used to hide from our brothers in there for hours.” Now she looked over her shoulder before helping her friend into a rubble-strewn shed and ducking in after her. “How many days has it been, Vika, since you found me outside your building?” “Too many, Yulia.” Vika swept at the crumbled mortar with a corner of the blanket she carried before arranging it on the cold floor. “There. This is like our playhouse.” She moved some loose bricks to make more room. “We … Continue reading Remembrances