Calm After Chaos

I finally got my quiet day.

After yesterday’s blob invasion and the drone attack that hit central Lviv, the kind you don’t just hear about but run away from, the city felt different this morning. I ended up helping where I could, nothing heroic, just the small, necessary things people do when reality stops behaving. Maybe that’s why the calm today felt earned rather than accidental.

I slept far too long. The kind of sleep that doesn’t ask permission. When I finally surfaced, breakfast was already late enough to be forgiven for its timing. I kept it simple, unambitious, and exactly right.

First coffee came at Kredens. Strong, grounding, paired with something sweet I didn’t question. It felt like the proper way to re-enter a normal day.

Lunch at Burachok followed. Warm, familiar food that doesn’t try to be anything other than good. The kind that resets you quietly.

Then another pause at Kava z Molokom. Softer, slower. I stayed longer than intended, watching the city move again, people returning to routines as if stitching the day back together.

A bit later, I stopped by Lviv Coffee Manufacture. Stronger coffee, sharper edges, the kind that wakes parts of you that were still lingering somewhere between yesterday and today.

Dinner at Teddy closed things properly. I went for the mortadella burger, their Bordain-inspired one. Rich, indulgent, perfectly assembled, with fries that didn’t pretend to be anything but excellent. I didn’t rush it.

And because restraint clearly wasn’t part of today’s plan, I finished with SHOco. Chocolate, unapologetically so.

No anomalies. No misplaced realities. No urgent calls from professors or confused couriers.

Just a calm day in Lviv.

I might even try it again tomorrow.

— Marco