‘I cry out my sadness’
Yesterday, I heard the dentist’s voice above my head. He was working on my teeth in a small town in New Zealand while talking to his assistant about Ukraine and Russia, based on what he had learnt from the internet the previous night. For 12 years, while I was living in Russia, I heard local friends' voices recounting their daily pleasures and grumbles. Sometimes they talked above my head about things I was too ignorant or naive to understand. Today, I hear their voices from half a world away. “How are you?” I ask them. “How do you see the Russian invasion of Ukraine?” They reply with anxiety, fear and impotence, and a stoic shouldering of fate. Here’s one of the voices. Dark-eyed, lovely Sofia. She borrowed my long blue evening dress to…