you get used to sleeping at the sounds of explosions and gunfire
# war in Ukraine
home, sirens, shelter. mom's Syrian friend gives her safety and survival advice. our American and Russian friends keep in touch with us, worried. those who come to Russian squares to protest and get beaten and arrested by the police and SWATs fight for us in the ways they can.
my friends are in Ukrainian war front line and in the civilian territorial defense forces. Jules and I, being disabled, look out for each other, our parents and fellow shelter inhabitants. ensuring emergency exits, keeping connection with neighboring shelters, checking for saboteurs' marks on buildings and rooftops. my brother delivered a saboteur to the police office yesterday night.
we will get through this, everyone, together. us. people from the neighboring restaurant who fed us. a pharmacist who kept the facility open till the last person in the line. Ukrainians have each other's backs.
pray for Ukraine.
if you're willing to help us out, please do so here — any support is invaluable right now as we've lost our jobs and will soon run out of little money we have!
with love and hope, Al & Jules, your local dreamers
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we want to get my mother we've been taking care of these days to safety. please. help us. support us. share this.
we weren't ready. nobody was. and we need you, beautiful kind people, like never before, to survive the crumbling of everything we know and hold dear.
#STOP THIS WAR
#russian warship go fuck yourself
late night. air raid sirens wailing every 20-30 minutes. people don't even care anymore, some just stay on their couches watching TV in the deep dark. the city is black at night, with flashes of red and yellow over the skyline. no one turns the lights on. i'm not sure if my neighbors are there somewhere or fled by now.
we're always half-hungry from having to ration the little food we have. our stubborn ass of a cat refuses to eat or drink in the shelter and he's lost weight. we have to take him home to have him fed risking being caught outside during the curfew. no one bothers asking questions at this point.
i have invisible bruises on my hips from sleeping on the floor. and a mild fever.
i'm not scared. really, i don't think i've been scared even for a minute. i guess it just hasn't hit me yet hard enough to crack the numbness i'm in. at least i find it easy to collect myself any time i need things done. i guess i can now proudly say i'm stress-resistant in my CV. my anxiety is magically gone.
i know they shot children. bombed an orphanage and a maternity home.
i could never imagine this happening.
we get plenty of likes, but likes don't help anyone guys.
IF YOU'RE RELUCTANT TO DONATE TO US, PEOPLE YOU DON'T KNOW, THAT'S FINE. CONTACT US, AND WE WILL PROVIDE YOU WITH INFORMATION ABOUT TRUSTED FUNDS THAT GATHER MONEY TO HELP PEOPLE WHO ALREADY SUFFERED FROM THE BOMBINGS. FAMILIES LEFT WITHOUT HOME.
if you're still reluctant, GOOGLE UKRAINIAN RED CROSS. just PLEASE don't stay indifferent.























