During the terrible years of Yezhovshchina, I spent seventeen months in the prison queues of Leningrad. One day someone recognized me. Then a woman with lips blue from cold who was standing behind me, and of course had never heard my name, came out of the numbness which affected us all and whispered in my ear (we spoke in whispers there):
"Can you describe this?"
I said, "I can!"

Then something resembling a smile slipped over what had once been her face.
- extract from Anna Akhmativa's Requiem

I can't describe your pain but I can be your friend. Take care, keep safe.