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New York City Housing Crisis A month ago I was in Boston and couldn’t believe my eyes: ordinary one-bedroom apartments cost 4-5 thousand dollars a month in the University Public Health area, next to the shelter and the hospital. Lagunova Marina
When my husband left, I was devastated. He said he didn't love me, that he had another woman. I turned to Lilya with almost no faith... but she instilled strength in me and gave me concrete steps. Not magic, but wisdom! After a month and a half, he started calling himself, and then came for a serious conversation. Now we're back together, and most importantly, we're learning to trust each other again. Thank you, Lilya! Here are her contacts: +380638055486 (her WhatsApp, Viber) +19297133433 (regular call)
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When it seemed that everything was falling apart, and our family was standing on the edge of the river, I ran to Varya’s molfarka... Then I didn’t know where to go, who to trust, what to fight for. A house that once filled with laughter and warmth became cold and empty. Lyubov has gone. The man moved away, the children sensed this tension, and I... I just stopped being myself. With hope and hope, I found Varya. I didn’t know what to look for, but my soul was calling... And she sensed me. She didn’t count on miracles... but she did it, she saw our whites like no one else. After I first grew up, it became easier for me to die. These words, this energy, these rituals... everything became a thing for us. She worked with us as carefully as with a wounded bird. And the guts all began to change. The man began to marvel at me again with warmth in his eyes. The children stopped crying at night. And I... I turned to myself. We began to speak, to hear, to forgive. Varya is not just a molfarka, there is a woman in whose hands the light lives. table.Dyakuyu, dear Varya, for those who you were with us then, if you didn’t believe anyone else. Let your kindness and strength return to you a thousand times. Number +380632574828 (Viber / WhatsApp / Telegram)
Julien Dassin performs in New York It was a truly amazing concert, an evening filled with music, emotion and nostalgia. I was invited to see Julien Dassin, son of the legendary Joe Dassin and grandson of director Jules Dassin, perform at the Oceana Theatre, where I was the only American journalist. Marina Lagunova
