Day 227
War sketches
It was early in the afternoon yesterday, when, slowly at first, Mykhailo began to complain. He moped about, walking slowly, but didn’t seem to have pain or distress. He couldn’t digest his lunch. Then came groaning, then whimpering. Occasionally he’d start one of those full-body convulsions that dogs have when they’re about to throw up, but nothing came of it.
So he tweeted this:
