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Such a long day…

Sometimes I catch myself thinking that the moronic day of February 24 is still passing. It is interrupted by sleep, by work, by volunteering, by talking with my mother and the hosts who sheltered me and my family near Lviv, by calling and chatting with other volunteers.

But it’s still the same day, February 24, when I packed my family inside a suitcase and a car and drove out to nowhere.

At work, they tell me to rest and to stop stuffing my head with work, but how can you rest when there is nowhere to rest? When you realize that a real rest will come only after the victory. Yes, you can walk the street, you can just stare out of the window. But you can’t get away from your own thoughts. And there is a constant thought in your head: “Did I do everything I could today to help the Armed Forces of Ukraine and the Territorial Defense? Is my family really safe?”

Is there anything else I can do to help, maybe, with information? Maybe I should try to raise some more money for the army? What else? How else? Where else?

If there was some kind of superpower to just wipe Putin and his shitty elite and all the scums (mostly Russian) supporting him off the face of the earth. Where to get it? How to find it? Where is this office of simple solutions when you need it so much?

There isn’t one.

We have to go to bed because tomorrow will be February 24 again, and something will have to be done to bring our victory closer: work, help, advise, and keep yourself together.

And slowly bring our day off closer.

March 19 at 9:48 p.m.

Ukrainian Text by Roman Kushnarov, translated into English by Ukrainianvancouver team — Apr 1, 2022

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