I am in Kyiv. Things here are not easy here to say the least. And winter is around the corner. People are anxious. What is going to happen this cold season?!
As I write this there is a drone strike on the city. The attacks have been taking place every few hours for the past 6 weeks. This is terrorism. It is like September the 11th every day and every night.
My heart is sore but I have hope. People here are strong and grounded. They know the truth about this war, the selfish world we live in, about Europe’s weakness, about Trump disgusting character and about his love for Putin. There is no naivety here any more.
I know children in Kyiv that were born into war and they don’t know a different reality. I often wonder how these parents (my friends) cope. I am not sure we would be able to nurture the Bunster they way we currently do if we were with him in Kyiv. This is no way for children to live. And yet, with all of this going on you don’t hear victims here in Ukraine. Just brave, free spirits that want to live life. They will never give up. They know that occupation = death.
Being in Kyiv is hard on the nerves and it is dangerous but it is good for the soul. Things here are very black and white. This place gives one something to believe in – something good. If you are in America, say, and you are reading this, then what do you believe in? Is life really all about power and money?






