When the light goes out, solidarity remains. Kiev in winter [Corespondence]

I went down to the subway last night, which has been a shelter for 4 years. There were quite a few people there, with beds, bags, pets. I went to bed next to a female with a baby. The kid cried for a long time, but nobody paid attention to it – in specified places there is unwritten solidarity. possibly many of us at that minute would like to become a kid again, hug our parent and just cry.