On the day after a temporary ceasefire, an individual reflects on the terror of a recent shelling in Kyiv. The sounds of explosions replace ordinary morning conversations; the experience shapes interactions, where words become inadequate. The scene unfolds as they and their loved ones seek shelter amidst chaos. The juxtaposition of personal trauma against the backdrop of global media distractions emphasizes the ongoing conflict's brutal realities, leaving civilians emotionally and physically scarred as they navigate life under constant threat.
Those who survive shelling often imitate the sounds of explosions when they talk about the experience. I instantly think of this when an early morning roll call of how are you? starts in the friends' group chat.
The air-raid siren in Kyiv began at 12.36am. And from then until morning, my consciousness was being torn apart by the flapping wings of doves of peace.
Two explosions make our house jump, set off the sickening screeching of the car alarms and shatter the balcony windowpane. Explosions, and then the screaming starts outside.
I check the news and the main story is Donald Trump saying that it is ea
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