World Refugee Day

Two years ago on this day, I wrote a post about Refugee Day.

Today, these words are more relevant than ever because, at that time, only a few of my friends could confirm this. They, like me, became refugees in 2014, but now there are millions of my fellow citizens, friends, and colleagues.

I can't write anything. Completely devastated. I try to fill the emptiness with work and active daily employment, but the joy does not return, no matter how hard I try.

It seems to be there, but in a very thin stream. It's hot outside, but in my head, the calendar still doesn't turn over from "winter" mode.

I try to be very helpful, even more than before the war. But there is no perfect desire to share what I do and for whom. We all serve. We all volunteer. We all live. Who or where doesn't really matter.

And, yes, WWW - we will win, FORSURE!

Your Nata Che

#www #nalatty #wewillwin #we_will_win #nowar #ukraine

Today is Refugee Day, which means that it has been my day for 6 years now.

What does this mean? It means that I am no longer attached to dishes, pillows, and the usual vases.

This means that I cannot change my passport into an ID card because it is registered in a place not controlled by Ukraine.

It means that I know what war is and how it sounds.

It means I won't be able to visit my mother's grave and will miss my uncle's funeral.

It means that I look at the world differently and feel immense happiness in all the cells of my body in a different way.

It means that I live. It means that I once survived!

#20 June 2020