Most of the time when the boys and I went out, we went out on foot (and stroller). Because we were out so much we got quite connected to the regulars on our street. Andre lived two doors down with his grandmother. He is 10 and has both cerebral palsy and a joyful smile. After the freezing cold first month or so, we saw him almost daily sitting outside of his home. We had limited conversation with his grandmother due to my elementary Russian, but he grinned as we all went over to greet him. Craig usually stopped by after work, and Andre knew Craig's truck and would get excited when he drove by. Seth picked out two of his toys to give Andre, and he went over the day before we left and delivered them.
Two doors in the other direction was an official building that required guards. The same policemen guarded it each time it was open. The four men always spoke to me and the boys, and helped us whenever we needed anything.
The Sunday before we flew we spent time saying these goodbyes and taking the policemen ice cream for the last time.
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