Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

Tanya Maliarchuk

the pavement forcefully and quite painfully. I remember that something right at that moment seemed to shatter or break. That certainly must have been my tail. It broke and stopped growing. Who knows, maybe tails, just like permanent teeth, like arms and legs, stop regenerating. Now I’m just waiting for a miracle. You don’t need to be so skeptical – miracles happen. They happen really rarely, over a person’s life maybe two or three times, but they happen. A miracle – that’s something that is impossible to understand. You can just believe in it. And I do believe. I’m not just waiting, just believing. I live with this belief, and it’s easier this way. I’m joyful for every day, I’m joyful for people, joyful for everything that happens. It’s hard to say

whether I love so much, but a little bit, yes. I’m completely aware that I might never get my tail. So be it. Sometimes fewer miracles happen than the statistics show. I already had one miracle and maybe that’s enough for my lifetime. A miracle happened with a dog. The truest of miracles, you have to believeme. I even have witnesses – my cousin Serhiy. I ask you – just ask him. He also saw it. We both saw it and were so surprised that we never told anyone about the miracle. It seemed that we both dreamt it. But you must understand that a dream shared between two people is also a miracle. Serhiy brought the dog home from the collective farm. A little dog. A puppy. But really sweet. Serhiy held him close to his chest, warmed him

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