Kherson was liberated and it was Sunday. People threw bunches of flowers at passing Ukrainian tanks, old women gave apples to young soldiers, parents in the stunned inner city held their young children above the railing of the balcony to wave to the president. Everyone was relieved and happy, there were flags and balloons, I saw images of an old granny sitting on her knees in front of her own front door, crying, only to be hugged by a soldier in battle dress who was her grandson.