A hundred days of war are a hundred days spent underground, and not just dead. A hundred days worth a hundred years of solitude. The world is distracted as Nadia, from her refuge in the village of Kutuzivka, north-east of Ukraine – in the dim light of the bulbs, powered by the batteries for the cars – marks a cross in red for every day since February 24: a cross for say to herself “I am alive”, “we are alive”. There is a need to light a wood stove, because there is humidity, but the heat is suffocating at times.
Nadja has a cat with her and many refugees of the same age. She is seventy-six years old. From her isolated underworld, she continues to mark survival days with red crosses.
