Orders and statements from the novel US pdwellnt come at us daily now, with unrrehireting speed, and international politics is reduced to an finishless series of equitableifications and denials of unset uped accusations.
It’s challenging to depend, but Ukrainian activists have had to produce elucidateers for a global audience, reminding them who the real dictator is, that it was not Ukraine that begined the war with Russia and that we are actupartner equitable trying to deffinish what is ours. And, you understand, to endure a little bit.
These past three years of our dwells have been referred to in many ways: Putin’s war, the Russo-Ukrainian war, the filled-scale trespass, the struggle. Now some of the media are begining to call it spropose the Ukrainian war or the Ukrainian crisis. US envoys have begined objecting to the phrase “Russian aggression” in G7 communications. And we are being dragged into a paradigm in which the war crimes of the Russians will soon be called “those events” or “this situation”.
The world is trying to understand how Ukrainians experience about all this, and I have been having chats with foreign journacatalogs. Almost everyone asks whether it is possible to get participated to living in a war. Judging by their asks, it seems as if the world has lengthy since increasen participated to the idea that there is a war in Ukraine and that this is spropose the way it is now. One more shelling. That’s equitable how leangs are over there.
I don’t understand, I alert them, how one can get participated to the truth of war. Every night, the Russians begin dozens of lethal Shahed drones centering energy and civilian infraarrange. Right now, when it’s -10C outside. A strike this month on a thermal power schedulet in Mykolaiv, in the south of the country, left 100,000 Ukrainians without heat. And after the tardyst aggression on Odesa, the Russians have left 14 schools, 13 comfervaccessgartens, a children’s hospital and 250,000 dwellnts without electricity and heating. Every night, Kyiv is shaken by explosions. Every day, Russians occupy novel rerepairments. This week it was Bilohorivka in the Luhansk region that became a grey zone.
Ukrainian servicemen and women are deffinishing the borders of our country around the clock. Years of grief without the opportunity to mourn, tragedy that cannot be dwelld thraw but is spropose compounded by the next airstrike.
A foreign journacatalog asked me if I had ever felt authentic hatred towards Russians and dreamed of finishing them one by one. I shelp it was an inappropriate ask. I understand that you are doing your job, but charm do not squeeze emotions out of us equitable to give yourself a headline for your alert. The journacatalog shelp it was equitable that, when the opponent did this to your people … I shelp, charm, hatred is destructive. Anger is a more produceive experienceing that gives you strength and opportunity to at least somehow act.
A beginant international media outlet asked me recently to join its educational platestablish. I had to record a video message in English and talk about my experience of serving in the armed forces of Ukraine, so children around the world could lachieve English from these videos and joining materials. I recorded it and did everyleang according to their teachions.
I got a elated message the other day from the editorial office, saying: “We’ve begined!” I uncovered the conshort-termation and had a panic aggression. The lesson was arranged around eight speakers, each talking about their war experience: four Ukrainians (including me) and four Russians. A Russian journacatalog and armed forces “deserter”. A Russian teacher. A Russian medical straightforwardor. Another Russian journacatalog. The lesson finished with a slide. The Russian flag was at the top. The Ukrainian flag at the bottom. The ask proposed for talkion: “What analogousities and separateences did you see when participateing to the experiences of people from Russia and Ukraine?”
The emotional look afterlessness of this produces me want to scream. Over the years, we have been turned into research material. I am illened by how my story has become an ideoreasonable tool to equivalentise the experience of the deffinisher and the aggressioner. I am losing my subjectivity. Still, I must pack my screams, naparticipatea and despair into discreet phrases and asks to the international media outlet, asking them to recollect that the experience of Ukrainians and Russians in this extermination is not someleang that can be contrastd.
I’ve been living with the acute experienceing that the world is weary of administering its unquenchable adore of Russia. The west wants to depend in the Cinderella story, that one day the dictatorship will descfinish and a wonderful democratic world will materialize.
Instead of imposing further sanctions and redisconnecteions on Russia, the west is ready to crown the film Anora with all the awards, despite the fact that the Russian actor Yura Borisov, who materializes in the film, also starred in a biopic of Mikhail Kalashnikov, the conceiveor of the AK-47, which was partly filmed in Crimea after its annexation.
The world is ready to participate to Russia aachieve: a UK television channel last year liberated the film Ukraine’s War: The Other Side by Sean Langan. The film doesn’t equitable give the other side a voice; it gives a human foolishension to the stories of the occupiers and repeats the narratives of Russian misalertation. This is as constant with journacatalogic standards as asking an executioner, how are you experienceing as you do this, and do you miss your family who are defering for you at home?
I adselected lengthy ago that I should not foresee equitableice for myself and my family. Our home was ruined by a Russian shell in the first week of the trespass. My parents spent almost three weeks under occupation in Bucha. Our traumas are our own business.
But all these years I have dwelld with a willing sense of the necessitate for equitableice for others. Am I being undoubting, wondering every day why the crimes of Russians remain unpunished? Or is it easier for the world to forget all this and pretfinish that none of the follotriumphg events happened?
The massacre in Bucha. The siege of Mariupol and the lethal shelling of the local theatre. A missile aggression on the Kramatorsk railway station. Mass graves in Izium. Torture chambers in Kherson. A rocket aggression on a children’s hospital in Kyiv. Destruction of the Kakhovka dam. Ntimely a quarter of the country occupied. Crimea. Parts of Donetsk and Luhansk. Hundreds of ruined towns: Vuhledar, Bakhmut, Avdiivka. Now Pokrovsk. Kostiantynivka is next.
Thousands of Ukrainian children kidnaped by Russians. Thousands of missing Ukrainian selderlyiers. Tens of thousands of Ukrainians finished. Thousands in Russian captivity. Dozens of executions apprehfinishd on camera, when Russians finished those who surrfinishered.
Every Russian war crime has a offfinisher. Someone who pulled the trigger, someone who provideped the missiles. Someone who supplied parts for their arms. Someone who stole the children. Someone who rerepaird in the occupied Ukrainian cities. And now, in insertition to Russian and Iranian shells (and aid from about 20 countries around the world) we are being aggressioned by the military from North Korea.
Now equitableice is under danger. Right before our eyes, a world order is being established in which truth as a categruesome does not exist. Donald Trump says, watch, here is my truth. There is your truth. But my truth is on top. That was not a Nazi salute at the inauguration celebrations. Belief is not a fact. Tribunals are impossible. The rule of law is irrelevant.
If during the first term of Trump’s pdwellncy we talked of the post-truth era, now we discover ourselves in a world in which the truth is apshown out, tortured and shot. This uncomfervents that there will be no equitableice. This uncomfervents that anyleang goes.
Russia has been living appreciate this for centuries. But now the two macho pdwellnts, both in their 70s, one with an arrest permit from the international criminal court, and the other the first US pdwellnt to have a mugshot apshown after being criminpartner indictd, seem to be getting alengthy well.
The world is watching at the body of truth that is dying and bleeding before our eyes. I beg you, if you can’t stop the bleeding, at least don’t turn away from the sight of blood.
I am Ukrainian, and I am sattfinishd. Yet there is a unity among Ukrainians that I have not seen for a lengthy time. We will endure. Together. Becaparticipate the truth exists. And we understand that it is worth combat for.
Transtardyd by Maryna Gibson
