In Mykolaiv I had a hot shower every day. The apartment I stayed in was across the street from a tree-lined riverside park. Just like my beloved Rusanivka in Kyiv. Well, not exactly. Between the riverbank and the apartment building was a smashed summertime cafe, destroyed by a missile strike last month. My host’s bedroom window was a sheet of plywood. Her husband in the Ukrainian armed forces was taken prisoner of war in April. No word since then.
a Kind of Refugee / 22.05.2022
a Kind of Refugee / 22.05.2022
a Kind of Refugee / 22.05.2022
In Mykolaiv I had a hot shower every day. The apartment I stayed in was across the street from a tree-lined riverside park. Just like my beloved Rusanivka in Kyiv. Well, not exactly. Between the riverbank and the apartment building was a smashed summertime cafe, destroyed by a missile strike last month. My host’s bedroom window was a sheet of plywood. Her husband in the Ukrainian armed forces was taken prisoner of war in April. No word since then.