Dnipropetrovsk region. Every morning and evening I call my mother. To report the situation. My mother is one of the kindest people I have ever met in my life. All my childhood she fed homeless children, helped homeless people, got friends and acquaintances out of the most unpleasant situations. And always condemned any slightest aggression.
For the past four days, she and her husband have been helping to build roadblocks around the city, fixing bomb shelters, and uniting with neighbours.
So far it has been quiet there. Several times a day they hear air-raid sirens, but there is no shelling in the region.
But if the Russians come, my mother says, she will strangle them with her own hands. I have never heard such an intonation in her voice before.
I hate Putin and all the Russians who attacked my country. But these are the days when I feel particularly good about how cool my family is. And what a great nation we have.
P.s. The “mark putter” turned out to be a regular drug dealer who was stashing drugs. Got some punches and went on.
March 1 at 09:25
Ukrainian Text by Yevheniia Motorevska. Translated into English by Ukrainianvancouver team – Mar 06, 2022