
From: Maia Mikhaluk from Kyiv (866th day)
Horrible massive missile attack on Kyiv and other cities of Ukraine this morning. The loud sounds of explosions at the busiest morning time (between 10 and 11:30am) forced people to run to bomb shelters or move to corridors of their apartments. The damage is still being estimated – there are hits on residential buildings.
The largest children’s hospital in Kyiv was hit. The biggest destruction is in the area where kids were receiving dialysis. There are children under the rubble and people are helping rescuers to uncover the victims as soon as possible. Today ruzzians targeted kids who were fighting for their lives against cancer and other serious conditions.

Many of these kids need to be in a sterile environment. Instead, some are evacuated to the street and others are buried under the ruins of the hospital. This cynical attack on kids once again shows that putin is a maniac. He has to be stopped by force, for that’s the only language he understands.
Meanwhile his puppet in EU, President of Hungary, Orban is pretending to be a “dove of peace” while happily serving as putin’s mouthpiece. After his trip to Moscow which was criticized by many European leaders he is now in China discussing end of war in Ukraine. Maybe he should be in Ukraine to get a real feel of putin’s ambitions and strategies.
Update. In one of the regions of Kyiv a maternity hospital got hit too.
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