It’s a strange waiting room with no walls, no ceiling. Heaven is in a room, but there is nothing loving about it. In front of the Mariupol theater, a power generator allows residents to recharge their phones. Side effect of war – small yet intolerable for humans of the twenty-first century, accustomed – at least in these latitudes – to the cell phone in our pocket, to the technical prosthesis that makes each of us a mobile phone booth. It works only if there is a field and there is a battery. Thus, in Mariupol one waits, to recharge the phones and hopes.
