I watched another video of a Ukrainian soldier talking about Russian captivity.
Again, daily beatings, torture with electricity, torture by starvation, psychological pressure, being forced to speak only Russian and more violence if you even spoke with a Ukrainian accent, let alone used actual Ukrainian words. Again, a difficult recovery after captivity — this time, thank God, he was lucky to slowly return to a healthy state. Many people, even after returning from captivity, later simply die from the damage to their health.
Yesterday there was a video where a soldier’s wife told how from captivity they returned only her husband’s body. Again torture.
The UN Human Rights Monitoring Mission reported that 96% of Ukrainian soldiers experienced violence and torture in Russian captivity.
Russia last year withdrew from the convention against torture.
I often think about how something could be changed for the better, for example that for foreigners to know more about Ukraine we need to talk more about its culture and do translations into international languages. In my free time I work on a cultural project on other but similar issues.
But what to do with all of this I don’t know.
And this is not a phrase said in drama and emotions like how unfair the world is, everyone are traitors and so on.
No, this is a simple question in unemotionality that there is something that I simply cannot imagine what solution it could have, even within my own head that every day runs through different versions of different events.
Talk more about this topic? Everyone already knows about it, it has already been stated for several years.
Act? In Ukraine, all I can do is stand with a poster alongside the prisoners’ families who protest again and again.
I hate when a problem is so unimaginable that it is impossible to find any way to ease it even a little.
Ukrainian embroidery from Gulag (1948):
"Oh Mary Mother of God, who's full of tenderness, take my family under Your great intercession"
Ukrainian prisoners, hiding from the guards’ eyes, embroidered with needles made from fish bones and threads pulled from their own clothes.
It seemed that so much bad had already happened to us, yet something even worse keeps appearing.
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