“You Prayed for Me Then, Now I Am Praying for You”: Ukrainian Journalist Anna Myroniuk Details Her First-Hand Experience of Russia’s Invasion
This article originally appeared in The Washington Post. Read the entire piece for free here.
I woke up to explosions Thursday morning. I looked out of the window of my building in a suburb of Kyiv, and there was a mushroom-shaped dark cloud. Soon, cars started leaving the parking garage, so I grabbed my laptop, watered my plants and left.
The city looked as alive as ever. I called my mother to make sure she finds a safe spot — but she has experience. She was forced to flee our home in Donetsk for Kyiv in the autumn of 2014, after Russia unleashed war there. She left all she had — her job as a schoolteacher, our apartment. Now, the fear of losing everything haunts her once again.
My family and I have lived with Russian aggression for years. It has divided us and destroyed our sense of safety, and now it has brought us together in anger and fear.
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