Post by Anton Pryimachuk

This war has taught many of us to perceive death as the only inevitable prospect and the logical end of life. Of course, one would want to live longer, to see their child grow up, to have time to create many beautiful and meaningful pieces of jewelry, or perhaps to leave this country forever, where you are deemed bad simply because you are not Ukrainian. There can be so many plans for life. If only this damned war would end.

But our enemy wants nothing to remain here. They want no one left to remember what was here, so they can later lie to their own and others. To tell an alternative version of history that no one will be left to refute.

We have become angrier, less empathetic, less patient. We cling even tighter to symbols such as language or national attire. And we refuse to accept the fact that a shell doesn’t care what language you speak. And walls cannot speak at all, but they are the only thing that may save you in the middle of the night when 200 kamikaze drones are flying into your city, and there’s no one left to shoot them down, nor the means to do so.

And you watch this slow descent into madness. Psychologists say that in a society, after almost 2,000 days of war, social norms change.

And then a Russian missile hits your home, and everything ends.