I am writing this from the corridor as the air raid siren wails for the third time today. Luckily, although we hear sirens every day, the city of Lviv has not been hit by bombs or shelling (so far). You’re receiving this letter because we’ve been in touch in the past week and I want to share some moments and thoughts from my new life as a “kind of” refugee in Lviv: at once safe from the barbaric destruction of Ukraine’s other cities and torn from the fabric of my former life in Kyiv, which now belongs to t he past.
a Kind of Refugee / 02.03.2022
a Kind of Refugee / 02.03.2022
a Kind of Refugee / 02.03.2022
I am writing this from the corridor as the air raid siren wails for the third time today. Luckily, although we hear sirens every day, the city of Lviv has not been hit by bombs or shelling (so far). You’re receiving this letter because we’ve been in touch in the past week and I want to share some moments and thoughts from my new life as a “kind of” refugee in Lviv: at once safe from the barbaric destruction of Ukraine’s other cities and torn from the fabric of my former life in Kyiv, which now belongs to t he past.