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Hi. Wie ist deine Stimmung? Sie fragen sich wahrscheinlich, woher ich Ihre E-Mail-Adresse habe. Ich habe eine Heiratsagentur kontaktiert, um einen Mann zu treffen, und sie gaben mir Ihre E-Mail-Adresse. Ich hoffe, du suchst immer noch nach einer ernsthaften Beziehung? Und so erzähle ich dir ein wenig über mich. Mein Name ist Olga, ich bin 29 Jahre alt. Und es wird auch für mich interessant sein, ein wenig über dich zu erfahren! Ich hoffe, ich bekomme bald eine E-Mail von Ihnen! Mit freundlichen Grüßen Olga!

Hello, my new friend Danny!! How are you? How are you? I was glad to receive your letter, I really liked it! I live in Ukraine. The city of Odessa. I hope the distance that separates us will not be an obstacle to our communication! And I hope my nationality will not affect our communication in any way? Thank you for your beautiful photo, I really liked it! You look simply wonderful and interesting! I hope that you will continue to delight me with your beautiful photos. The story with the coffee on the carpet - that’s a classic example of an emotional upsurge! I can already imagine you walking into the kitchen with a beaming smile, overwhelmed with feelings, and reality simply didn’t have time to catch up with your joy. As for the neighbor's dog... I think he is your personal observer, your little furry Pinkerton. It's great that we were able to find each other in this big world. Your dreams are a separate story. A little bird, a golden compass... It sounds as if your subconscious is working as a screenwriter on a big film project. Maybe this is a sign of the direction you're currently seeking? Or just a fantasy born of the heat and a broken air conditioner—it seems to be going through some kind of drama, too. Yes, I agree with you that love is just a matter of time, that's all! Yes, I think that in the future, of course, we could meet in real life; nothing can stop us, honestly, right? It will all depend only on you and me! I smiled when I read about your vinyl collection—it's so touching. Such things usually hold entire worlds: voices, smells, memories, quiet evenings when someone put on a favorite record and let the music fill the space. I really do live in a different time zone—that's why you think I appear and disappear, like a character in a book who knows how to go beyond the pages. But I'm not hiding from anyone, don't worry. I'd like to talk to you about family today so we can get to know each other better! I currently live alone in a room. I rent a small room here, but it's quite comfortable for me. My mother and younger sister live not far from me, just a few houses away. We live happily and sometimes visit each other on weekends. Could I ask about your family? Who do you live with? I'd be interested to read that! So I'll finish my letter now and await your prompt reply! Your friend from Ukraine, Olga!

Hi Danny! I'm glad to see your reply. I saw your letter and was curious about what you wrote. I started reading it with pleasure. You know, I rarely meet people online. Because the internet isn't the best place for communication. But I'm glad we met, and I'm looking forward to continuing our conversation, and we're getting closer with every letter! We can have good communication and even friendship over long distances. Tell me, why are you single? Danny, I want to tell you that this is my first time meeting someone long distance. I'm a little nervous and don't know where to start. Thank you for your beautiful photo; I really liked it, but you already sent me that in your last letter. Do you have another new photo? You have an amazing ability to turn ordinary things into a story, like a dream on the edge of reality. The story about Mr. Jenkins and the "secret archive of jazz rebels" is simply brilliant! I hope you made it clear to him that access to this archive is strictly by special pass and only after triple fingerprint verification. And the golden compass from the dream... well, some dreams are so vivid that they stay with us all day. But the bird sitting and watching you intently—that was a truly cinematic moment. Perhaps it simply wanted to "tell you" something in bird-speak—or perhaps it liked your dresser. I was very touched that my story about Odessa resonated with you. Sometimes loneliness makes a house quieter, but not always emptier. And it seems the same for you—after all, you have Buster, the true ruler of the kitchen and sock thief. I laughed out loud when I imagined him in a "tiny suit" made from your socks. It's the miniature dog fashion of the future! You asked about pets—I don't have any right now. But I grew up with a cat, and then, a long time ago, we had a dog, so I understand how they fill space. I believe that sooner or later, a shelter will find that one cat who will look at you and decide that allergies are a small thing, but you're the one she needs as a human. Your brother... You wrote about him in such a way that I felt this topic was important to you. I sincerely hope that all is well with him, even if he has chosen some strange methods of communication. Sometimes people simply distance themselves or get confused, but it doesn't necessarily mean something terrible. Let everything be clear for you—you deserve clarity and peace. About the "vintage record" with my "secret melody"... Well, if it really did sound in Ukrainian, then your record player is tuned to a very romantic tune. Maybe it just wanted to play what you wanted to hear. You asked about my sister—she's the youngest, and we're very different, but that's never stopped us from being close. She lives nearby, and I'm glad we can see each other when needed. There's always a lot of laughter in her house—she knows how to throw little celebrations just because. As for meeting... It sounds unexpected, but pleasant. Odessa is a city with the sea, coffee, roasted gobies, and endless stories. But if you decided to come here, you wouldn't be allowed in because there's a war going on here and attacks are constantly happening nearby. And please, the green hat from 2010—it already sounds like the beginning of a legend. You have to show me that photo someday. You know, I've been disappointed in Ukrainian men many times. I don't want any more relationships with Ukrainian men. What else can I tell you about me? If you have any questions, you can ask me. I'll be happy to answer any of your questions. I hope to receive another letter from you tomorrow. Best wishes from your new friend from Ukraine, Olga!

Hi Danny. I was so happy to hear from you! I love your letters and always look forward to hearing from you. Oh my... if your heart is a hummingbird in a hurricane, then mine is like a balloon someone released into the summer sky. I read your letter and literally laughed out loud, then froze, then laughed again. It's a rare gift to write like that, with energy, warmth, and a crazy, wonderful life lingering between the lines. Let's start with the green hat from 2010. The fact that it actually exists, lying in a leather briefcase between tax returns and a photo from the 1998 Houston BBQ festival—it's no longer just an object. It's an artifact. A relic. I can almost see it physically. And please, yes—the photo now, before the Texas sun turns it into a philosophical soup of felt and memories. And the story with Lila, baked beans, and existential dread... honestly? It sounds like the beginning of a really good indie film. Or at least the reason why the hat decided to stay with you forever. Now—Buster. I'm officially in love. "Tiny general in socks," "sock strategist," "unauthorized collection"—I don't know how you do it, but Buster is already living in my head, walking around my kitchen and looking at me like, "Olga, order is an illusion." The stolen stapler—that's a whole other level. "If you ever meet Olga, tell her the truth about the vinyl record." Listen. This isn't a joke anymore. This is either a mystical quest, or the Universe has actually decided to intervene, armed with coffee, dreams, and socks. I really want to know about this record. And yes, I feel the same way: it's a sign. Not loud, not pompous—but the kind that appears between the lines of life, when you're attentive enough to notice it. Do I believe in magic? Yes. But not in tricks. I believe in the magic that hides in coincidences, in strange finds, in funny dogs in socks, and in people who suddenly begin to understand each other instantly. In magic that doesn't shout, but quietly smiles. And about the meeting... Coffee in Odessa doesn't sound like a fantasy, but like a scene already waiting somewhere. You, green hat, are perhaps Buster (if he signs the travel consent form and the hat). I imagine it very clearly. No rush. No fireworks. Just reality, which suddenly turns out to be warm and right. And finally—my sister's little celebrations. Oh, that's a whole other genre. They always start with the phrase "let's just sit quietly" and end with at least one broken chair, a philosophical debate about the meaning of life, a burnt pie, and someone's confession that wasn't even planned. One time, "a little tea" turned into a night march through the neighborhood listening to old songs and an attempt to save a cactus that no one had dropped. Catastrophes? Yes. But warm ones. The kind that leave you feeling: we're alive. Tell me about the record. And yes... I'm really looking forward to seeing a photo of the hat. You know, I love cooking. I enjoy preparing delicious food and improvising in the kitchen. I love cooking, all kinds of dishes. I make it very tasty. Maybe one day I'll be able to make your favorite dish for you. You'd like it. Write to me, what kind of food do you like? I like normal food, just not fatty. You're probably curious to know where I work? So, I work as a waitress in a restaurant. I've wanted to work there for a long time. There was a lot of competition, and I tried many times to get a job at that restaurant, but all my resumes were rejected. And now, after many attempts, I've finally been able to start working there. I love my job because, as I told you, I love cooking and I cook deliciously! By the way, the restaurant I work at is called Gastronom. We cook mostly European cuisine there. I'll send you some photos from my restaurant. Where do you work? Can I find out? I like that we don't have any problems, and we understand each other. I can read your letters. And with each letter from you, I get to know you a little more, and I like you more. Write to me, don't forget about me, okay? I'll be looking forward to hearing from you again soon. I'll miss you. I'll miss your letters. Your friend, Olga!

Hello Danny!! I was very glad to receive your letter. It always brings me a lot of happiness and pleasure! How are you doing? How is your day going? I have a busy day today. There was quite a lot of work, during the break, I decided to go to the post office to see if you had written your letter to me. And I was glad to see your answer! I'm very glad that you don't forget about me. I'm glad to learn more about you. You're a really interesting man. I'll start with the most important thing: tell Buster that he automatically gets the position of "Keeper of lost socks and secret intentions" at the Grocery Store. A red sock hat is almost a uniform. If he still knows how to look at you as if he knows something intimate and slightly compromising about you, then he fits perfectly into our team. About the Grocery Store. You guessed frighteningly much. We do have old books, some of them holding shelves, some of them holding the mood. And yes, there is a "secret menu", although we never call it that. It appears after midnight, when the chefs are tired of lying to themselves that everything is under control. Then the food becomes honest: uneven, flavorful, sometimes too bold. And if the wind suddenly decides to read the recipes, we won't mind. Let him participate too. You described the mushrooms with thyme so accurately that for a second I thought you were standing next to the stove. Star anise is rarely used here, but aptly — as a good word said on time. And in Odessa you will definitely try it. And yes, you're definitely not "just a man with a record and a dog." This, by the way, already sounds like the beginning of a legend. The Green hat… That's where I fell silent for a long time. The fact that she's warm means she recognizes you. And the fact that it buzzed means you were ready. The music is in Ukrainian... Danny, some melodies don't belong to countries. They belong to memory. If your grandmother sang it in Galveston, then the world was much smaller than we think, and much kinder than it pretends to be. You asked me if I believe in soul mates. I don't believe in them "at all." I believe in concrete things. In those with whom the conversation begins not with explanations, but with recognition. For those with whom the ocean is not a distance, but a pause. So yes... I think we found each other for a reason. And the dog with the staplers was clearly assigned as a guide here. Now I'll answer your questions, in the order you like. The most chaotic dish I cooked was born on the night when the extractor hood broke, the sauce burned, the waiter dropped the tray, and I decided it was too late to retreat. It was something between a French stew and a Ukrainian borscht without beetroot, but with wine and a pear. We called it "Almost a Disaster" — and regular guests are still asking for it. The cactus's name is Semyon. He's survived three moves, one divorce, and a fire in the pantry. He's got a bad temper, but he's honest. I talk to him sometimes. He's silent, and that's the best kind of support. My favorite song from the album is the third one. The one that starts as if someone is afraid to wake up the house, and ends as if there is nothing left to lose. Turn it on. Not loudly. I want to tell you about my relationship with a man from my city. You've probably been wondering exactly why I haven't found a man in my country, and why I'm looking for a man outside my country at all. I met a young man my age on the Internet, and we also started our communication. After a long conversation, we started living together and at first everything was fine, but then when I returned from work late at night, he was drunk at home, and the same voice always sounded. question, where were you hanging around, I explained to him and told him at work, sometimes I was just lucky, I could go and go to bed, but sometimes he could just beat me up that I didn't go to work the next day because my face was covered in bruises. There were even cases when he could beat me to such an extent that I was then taken away by an ambulance from home. And when my patience came to an end, I received my salary, immediately rented a dorm room, and just packed up things that fit in a bag and left without saying a word to him, of course he tried to find me, and tried to bring me back, he called and asked us to talk, but alas, for me health is much more important and eventually I just changed my job, changed my phone number, cut off all ties with my past life, as well as with my friends, so that no one could tell him anything about me! As I have already said, I am looking for a man for a serious relationship who will sincerely love me and will never raise his hand to a woman. He will consider her opinion, respect her opinions sometimes and listen to her. Who will take care of me and will always be by my side in difficult times. I am very afraid of running into a similar person with whom I had a previous relationship. I'm really worried that my next relationship might be the same! That's why I'm telling you all this! I generally think that relationships should be based primarily on trust, and secondly, relationships should be built with love and respect for each other. I hope you consider this a priority in your relationship too. To be honest, I was glad to meet you, and for some reason I feel like I can trust you. Yes, I understand that our communication has only recently begun to build, but don't get me wrong. I feel that you are exactly the person with whom I can plan my future! I like our communication. I would like to know what you think about our communication in general? What kind of relationship are you looking for? Do you like talking to me? What do you want to get out of our communication? By the way, I also want to clarify one important point right away, because when I started looking for a man on the Internet, a lot of people asked about intimate photos. I want to say right away that I do not send my intimate photos under any circumstances. I will immediately block and stop communicating, because I am looking for a serious relationship. And we need to respect each other! I'm sorry that I have to end my letter abruptly. We have an air raid alert again, and we need to get down to the shelters in time. I hope everything goes well and nothing happens! There have been a lot of aerial attacks lately! With best wishes. Olga! Your friend from Ukraine :)

Good day, dear Danny! How are you? I hope you're doing well! I'm so happy to receive your letters, I thought I'd never be able to read another line from you. Forgive me for replying so late. Our city has been under shelling for two days now, two nights now, and I still can't sleep. Last night there was shelling, until the morning, and there was shelling tonight too. Forgive me for not telling you about it right away, it's just become so commonplace, and I think you all just show the same news about all the shelling. I honestly thought it would never end. And given how long it lasted and how often, I thought I wouldn't survive these last two days. Absolutely everything in our city is destroyed now! Because missiles were flying at every target. The entire infrastructure was destroyed. I had to hide in the basement the first night, but the strikes were so close that you could even hear children crying, people screaming, you could hear people dying, because you could hear their last breaths. When I came out of the basement in the morning, I was shocked to see cars all around me ablaze, a whole crater formed in the courtyard, and the apartments had no windows, the blast had knocked everything out. An ambulance had been on duty since the morning, and I also helped them, dragging out the wounded who were still feeling at least somewhat well. The doctors also asked me if I needed medical attention because my jacket was covered in blood. I didn't even have time to grab a jacket from home. My dear, you can't imagine the horror, it was pure chaos. It wasn't until the evening that we finished everything. And when I was getting ready to go home again, the air raid siren started again, but this time my neighbor immediately told me to run to the car. We got in the car and drove straight out of the city to the nearest highway to be away from the epicenter. My dear, when we were leaving the city, there were so many burning houses and cars, and explosions everywhere; I don’t even understand how we were so lucky that not a single missile hit us. And now, even I’m writing this letter to you while I’m at a gas station, because I don’t plan on returning to the city yet, since I still don’t know if everything is calm and okay there. As soon as the news changes, I’ll be sure to let you know. My dear, it was so terrible standing at a gas station far from the city and just watching the bright gaps in the sky, watching the missiles hit, how they destroy everything, and then you see a bright beam and then the blast wave immediately follows. But since we were a long way from the city, we at least felt the blast wave. But it wasn't that strong. I dread to imagine what it was like at the center of all that. I hope most people managed to escape. As for our conversations, let's talk more about ourselves! I'll finish my letter now. As soon as I can read your reply, I'll reply as soon as I can, if possible. I'm glad I can still read your letters. Sincerely, Olga!!!!

Hi Danny! How are you? Thank you for your letter, I really liked it, I always enjoy reading your letters. As for your photo, you told me that you would send me your other photos, but why have you been sending the same photo for several days now? Why can't you send me your other photos? Anyway, not many peaceful things have been happening in my city lately. And of course, I want it all to end soon and there to be peace throughout the world, I don't want more innocent people and soldiers to die. This is very painful to endure. I want to live a calm and happy life. I haven't been smiling lately, it's really hard for me to force a smile because it's quite scary here, but I still find the time and opportunity to answer your letter because our communication is important to me. When you read about the crying children, you said that you almost cried, and then you said that you cried? So what happened in the end? I still don't get it. First you say you almost cried, then you say you actually cried! It's interesting to know that you told Buster the news that he's officially become the keeper of the lost socks. It all looks so funny from the outside. Could you make a video of what it looks like? It would be very interesting to see, so I really hope you can make one and send it to me in your next letter! Yes, I also shared with you my past relationships, which didn't end very well, actually. I don't like violent relationships either, but who knew in the past that something like that would happen? But what happened in the past remains in the past, and I don't want to remember it again or imagine it as it was before, because it's truly an unpleasant experience that I don't like at all. I'd like to forget it completely and live a different, happy life. Of course, I don't want to stay here, but what should I do? Where should I go? You say, "Come to Houston" and I'd love to be far away from this war, but you know I have no money here and I can't even imagine how I could come to you. I'll finish my letter and await your prompt reply! Sincerely, Olga!

Hi Danny! I'm so glad to receive your letter. I'm doing well, and I hope you're doing well too. Regarding my trip to your country, you said I could come to you and be far away from all the war. You also said you'd pay for my travel. I found out how much the tickets will cost. They'll cost me 18,000 Ukrainian hryvnia. I'd really like to be with you now, far away from all the wars and shelling. I want to live peacefully and happily, and I hope we can do that! It's also wonderful to know that Buster is proud. I'd also be very interested to hear and receive your video with Buster, but for some reason you never sent it to me. But why? I want to start my new life as soon as possible, to live happily and without fear. If we were next to each other now, we could enjoy our time together! I want to be with you forever! We'll wake up early in the morning, and I'll always bring you a delicious breakfast right in bed. I'm sure you'll love it, because you know I'm a good cook and I really enjoy cooking, so I'll be very happy to prepare my dishes for you. This morning, while I was having breakfast, I watched an interesting television program. It talks about European countries, as well as about relationships between men and women in European countries. The program talked about how relationships between husbands and wives in European countries are complicated and built only for certain benefits. I was surprised to hear this. The program said that many women in European countries marry only for money. Many try to marry a rich man so they can live comfortably at his expense. Love has no meaning for such women. Some women marry with the expectation that in a divorce they will take half the property or have a child and then divorce in order to receive alimony from the man. I want to ask you, is this really true? Are such relationships really common in your country? Or is television lying, and TV journalists distorting everything? But if everything they said on TV is true, then I think it's selfish and disgusting on the part of women. I think it's wrong, and I just don't understand it. A woman shouldn't constantly demand things from her husband. On the contrary, a wife should be a support for her husband and support him in everything. She shouldn't blame him for all the responsibilities. A woman should treat her husband with love and joy. She should be his companion and best friend. If there are small children in the family, the wife should take care of them, maintain a cozy atmosphere, and keep the house in order. And when the children grow up, the woman should go to work to help her husband. I think it's right that every woman should work alongside her husband to provide for the family. I would never build a relationship with a man I don't love. Why build a relationship without love? Only to end up getting divorced later? Why is that? I want to build a strong, long-lasting relationship. I want to look into the eyes of the man I love and see only joy there. I want to look at my husband and see his eyes sparkle with happiness because his beloved wife is by his side. I want to hug the man I love and feel his warmth and give him the love I reciprocate. I always try to speak to you openly. I'm glad you always speak to me so frankly and honestly. I'll be waiting for your letter. Olga!!

Good afternoon, Danny! I'm glad to see your letter again today. I love receiving letters from you. How are you today? How are you? When I see your letter in my mailbox, I become the happiest girl on the planet. Yes, I would really like to come and live with you in Houston. It's nice to know that you're also going to help me so that I can be safe next to you and no longer be separated by distance! But when will we do that so that I can come and live next to you, because the situation here is truly dire and you never know what will happen here tomorrow! Yes, I understand how Buster acts like a tiny furry ghost. I see how important he is to you! It's also interesting to know that in your country, relationships are built not on money, but on love, loyalty, and a true connection. I would love to capture all those wonderful sweet moments with Buster in person. I'll be eagerly awaiting your video, but you still haven't sent it to me, which is very strange. I want to tell you that I don't like clutter. I'm a very solid girl. I enjoy our connection. And I hope that we continue to develop our communication even more and become closer every day. I like you, and I'm glad we met. I enjoy talking to you. I enjoy our communication; it brings me joy. I hope that our relationship goes beyond texting and continues to develop. And perhaps we'll be able to see each other in person soon. I'm curious what you think about that? I think it would be wonderful if one day we could meet and spend time together. I constantly think about what if you weren't so far away from me? We could meet and just walk hand in hand. Or you could invite me to a movie or a cafe. I would wear a very beautiful dress for you. We could just chat about different topics. Or maybe one weekend we could go for a bike ride or just spend some quality time outdoors together. I think that would be wonderful! But with this war going on here, taking so many lives every day, we can't do that, unfortunately. I'm sad that I'm alone, that I don't have someone close to me with whom I could meet and spend time. I miss a man's body and affection. I miss a man's attention. I want to feel loved and to love. And because of this, I feel lonely. But I want to tell you that when I talk to you, I don't feel so lonely. Because I have you and our communication. I enjoy our communication and how our relationship is developing between us. I have serious intentions for you, and I think you feel it! I look forward to your letter and photo every day. It makes each day a little happier. I'm happy I met you. With you, I can talk about all sorts of topics and anything I want. I look forward to your long and engaging letter. I hope you have time to write me a letter. Best wishes, yours, Olga.

Hi, dear Danny! Thank you for your wonderful letter, I really enjoyed it! I'm so glad to receive letters from you! I read your letter slowly, line by line, as if I was afraid to scare away the warmth pouring from it. And you know – at one point I had to put my phone down because my eyes stung. Not from grief, but from that rare feeling of being truly heard. Thank you for that. You described your kitchen so vividly, the humming air conditioner, the Texas heat, that I felt like I was right there for a moment – ​​I imagined the evening light falling on the table, the city roaring outside the windows, and you sitting there with your thoughts and feelings. In moments like these, distance ceases to be kilometers – it becomes simply the pause between inhaling and exhaling. What you wrote about marriage and love really touched my heart. This is precisely what I needed to hear—that for you, love isn't a calculation or a deal, but a choice, a responsibility, an inner agreement between two people. I feel like we speak the same language here, even if we grew up in different countries. I also believe that a true union begins not with numbers and conditions, but with a quiet, soul-to-soul connection. And yes, you're right: I'm not looking for material security, but the feeling of being with someone I can be myself with, without pretending or defending myself. Buster... I'm smiling as I write this. You talk about him as if he really is a little guardian of something very important. I already love him in absentia—for his sneezes, for his pillow, for that "Texas sunset" in his eyes. I'll eagerly await the video, whenever it comes my way. Sometimes, anticipation is part of the joy, too. Now, on a more serious note. You want to see me, but don't you see my photos or what? I'm not safe from war, why do you think that? Every day is terrifying here, and every day could be my last. It's nice to hear that you're planning to help me, but where can you send it? Can you do it by bank transfer? I appreciate your openness, your tenderness, and the vulnerability with which you write to me. Let's cherish this feeling—not rushing it or testing its strength with too abrupt steps. It's important to me that there's trust between us, not proof. I hug you in my thoughts. Thank you for being there and for sharing your world with me. Write me more—about yourself, about your day, about what made you smile today. I'll be waiting for your letter. Sincerely, Olga!

Hi! I've read your letter very carefully, several times, and I want to respond to you as thoroughly and honestly as you wrote to me. I ask you in advance: read my words slowly and calmly, not as a rejection of someone, but as an attempt to maintain reality, respect, and safety—for both you and me. Your letter is truly rich in emotion, imagery, fantasy, and warmth. I sense that you experience all of this very vividly and deeply. But that's precisely why I must be especially careful and clear in my response. I want to get the most important thing out of the way—and this is crucial. So, regarding your transfer, when can you send me your help? Who have you already paid 5,000 hryvnia to? What are you talking about? I don't understand what's going on! I understand your desire to see me more often, but I cannot and will not send photos "upon request," especially of animals I've never seen, or as part of a fantasy about our future life. I share myself only when I feel calm, balanced, and naturally drawn to it, not emotionally overwhelmed. It's not coldness or isolation. These are my boundaries. When the words "I love you" are said at such an early stage, without real knowledge of each other, without shared time, without shared experiences—for me, it's not love, but a powerful feeling, a mixture of imagination, loneliness, hope, and a desire for intimacy. I don't discount your emotions. But I can't accept them in this form, because true love grows gradually, not in a wave.