Category: Wars.Ukrainians.Humanity

For Whom the Bell Tolls

At 8:42 am on September 7, a teacher sends a message to a group chat: “Good morning! Missile threat. We’re at a shelter.”
The shelter is located at the nearest subway station. It means that students cannot continue their lesson until the air raid siren goes off.

Fugue of Life

“I don’t really like it when someone recites my poems,” says one of the poets invited to the talk. “But when I wrote a poem about the war and saw a girl reciting it and loading her machine gun, it was rather impressive.”
The poem kept repeating: “Speak to me, speak to me…”

Tow Truck to Peaceful Life

Mykola looks at me more attentively, with some misunderstanding in his eyes. I’m sitting next to him with two kids, smiling.
“You mean you are coming here to visit someone or for temporary residence?” — he seems to be unable to believe that anyone can live in the capital of Ukraine with children now.

Coffee with donation

Instead of a traditional photo with a book for coffee, morning coffee does not go side by side with reading for Ukrainians on Instagram. It goes with the jar. The jar reminds you that you may donate the cost of one more additional drink you have for the needs of the frontline.

“this is no longer a child! no longer a child …”

Here, where they put a tank, at the end of the street, there lives a family. Their girl is 9 years old. The family fled from home in the nighttime, went into the field when there was already a lot of machinery here. Since Russian servicemen, when they occupied their yard, were looking at the girl and saying: “this is no longer a child!”

Kyiv. March 27, 2022

After the Victory, someone will have to talk. It won’t be me. I don’t want to talk after the Victory, and I won’t be able to.