The train I took to here was full of Russians and I’m genuinely so glad to see them there, even though they were drunk as all fuck, but I guess if I had left Russia right now I would be too (and I mean I kind of am right now, in my hotel room with my wine bottle) and a week ago I spent several lessons with my studens trying to explain the situation to them, and this 11 years old Rwandan immigrant girl just kept asking me how it is popssible for a president to declare a war if people are protesting in his country, and I had to explain to her that sometimes democracy just doesn’t work and my Syrian immigrant girls were crying because they escaped war when they were little children and now the city they escaped to is crawling with military vehicles preparing for an invasion and my students keep asking me if our school has a bomb shelter, and I don’t actually belive that the invasion is ever going to make it here, but the echoes travel.