Actually more. The war started not 2 years ago, it started in 2014.

Fucking ru**ia shouted "they are not there". Someone even believed and did not dare to stop this madness.

Actually even longer. The empire wanted blood for more than a century and all the troubles fell on us. On my people. Fuck, get off of us already, what have we done to you? We are just living.

We just want to live. Our better life.
Just go to hell!

This is not 2 years, this is the whole life of more than one generation, a long-suffering history. Just for what? For our fertile land? Because we lived well? Are you jealous or what?

Just try it bitches! You won't swallow this piece anyway. We will stand until the end, as long as we live. As long as we remember our roots, our nightingale language, the pain and struggle of our ancestors. While we know that we are Ukrainians.

We are everywhere. We will remind the world about ourselves and that our struggle continues. It's been 2 years, you hear? Do not forget. Don't dare. The war is still going on.

There are so many of us in the world now, we left our homes for only one reason. Because of fucking ru**ia. Goddamn bitch. No one will cry for you to be swept away by fire.

If every Ukrainian picks up a lighter or a match... it would be good to have a look. Let it burn.

24.02… already 2024

I saw yellow and blue flags everywhere, heard my native language in a distant foreign country. We declare ourselves. I go to meet and say "Glory to Ukraine!"
They answer me
"Glory to heroes!"

I did not write about it on "this day". I started writing something, but couldn't finish it. I was in pain, I was angry, I was thinking a lot.

The fact is that it is necessary to talk about the war not only on February 24. And also on the 25th. And on the 26th. Today, tomorrow, in a week. Every day. The world must see us. All the following days until this is over. The world must act. Otherwise, the world will also have to pay in blood, as we are doing now. It can affect everyone. Ukraine is like a dam, and the blood through it is already starting to drip on your heads. But we hold on. Every day. Always.

The madness continues, we hang on, we live on.

We and our trauma.

I will be back home soon. To the third circle of hell. After the last two, it's not so scary anymore.

The rocket does not knock before entering your house. A rocket can fly to everyone. Every moment.
We live as if near a volcano that is about to erupt. Even when far from the epicenter of events, the traumatized psyche will not let you relax.

Now I constantly repeat it to myself like a mantra
"You're safe, you're safe, you're safe... You're safe!"
But planes fly past my fear. Loud sounds make me listen. The night makes me hurry to the curfew. Heart goop goop goop. Hysterics again.

I can't digest it all. Just fill with wine. Or beer. All at once. And how else? The easiest way out is to fill this fatigue.
War fatigue. Fatigue for which I have neither time nor right.

2 years + 2 days. 10 years. 300 years... maybe more. Enough already, we've had enough.

Carry a lighter. Set it on fire. Let it burn.
I will laugh and jump like over the bonfire to Ivana-Kupala. I will jump over this next circle of hell, I will endure. We will all make it, we can.
There's still a little left, I'm sure. The main thing is to remember.

The war continues.
Don't forget about it.
Never.

As long as we are alive. Until we put our soul and body to the last.

And if we put... then this world cannot be saved.
Let it burn.





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