An air raid siren sounded about an hour ago. Every time I hear that horrid noise I feel numb inside. Despite it being the middle of the night, my phone rang – it was a call from my cousin. Like me (and probably like every woman in Ukraine) she can’t help but feel scared, anxious, depressed, and even hopeless. We talked for a little bit, calmed each other, and made plans to go out for coffee on Monday. A phrase struck me very deep – things could be much, much worse.
This war has been going on for more than 100 days now and I doubt it will end in 2022. So many men die every day defending Ukraine. The president said that 60-100 men lose their lives daily. Why? Sons, husbands, fathers, uncles, grandpas. Why do they have to die?
I was by the city morgue the other day (I was in an adjacent parking lot) and saw men in military uniform driving away. I couldn’t bear to ask questions, but we all knew why they were there. There’s a military funeral nearly daily in my town. And there are many towns like mine across Ukraine.
This war hurts. I can’t help but cry as I am typing this, but I tell myself that crying is good. We will win this war. And things will be okay. Ukraine will flourish and hopefully many of you might even come for a visit. There is so much to see here.
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