A short sketch from the life of a Ukrainian. My life.
There is no light. You go to bed early because the apartment is so dark that candles don't help much. The Internet and mobile networks do not work, so you don’t know what is happening and sleep peacefully until the morning of the next day.
Then you wake up. For a moment you are glad that you have been given some light and Internet, but only for a moment, because here you are reading the news about how a russian missile hit a high-rise and killed 21 civilians. And these are not the final data, the debris is still being raked out.
And some people have already managed to write on their social media that the photo was generated by AI, that "well, they were aiming at a military object, but it was just a tragic accident" and other stupid excuses.
When world already remember that russia = death?
And I wish all those involved in this act of terrorism to feel all this hell on their own skin. You are monsters, and your hands are up to the elbows in blood. Ukrainians’ blood.
