So after two and a half years I visited my hometown. Well. It’s heart-breaking.
Everything is so broken. Few people on the streets. Lots of military vehicles going around. My very own flat with my father was also hit. He survived, barely.
Children don’t go to schools. Kindergartens are used to host military men.
I can’t go to many places, it’s dangerous. One of my classmates was killed last year. There’s so much hurt, pain, destruction. I can’t help but cry most of the time here. My beautiful hometown, torn into shreds. I hate this war. I hate putin.























