Tuesday, July 17, 2007
My father's disappeared. They went for a walk with Marta and he wandered off while mama was feeding her. There are too many places he could've gotten to from where they were. It's impossible to describe what horror it is. It's been six hours already, mama has spent four hours walking around, looking for him, my dear friend Sasha and I were calling various police stations and other places, all in vain. It's a huge city, and he could be anywhere. He's 74 and had three strokes last year. He doesn't have any ID on him, nor does he have any money. He's not at any of Kyiv's hospitals - this is what we were told by the 003 folks. The 02 bastards - the main police number, like 911 - hung up on me twice after I described the situation. Once, they told me to call the local police department. Most of the time, they are just not picking up the phone. At several district police stations, they sounded very polite and sympathetic, though, wrote down our number and info on papa, but so far, no one's called back. If he had a cell phone, he could've been tracked down by a rescue service - but he unlearned to use it after the last stroke. I can't believe this is happening to us. Such a nightmare.