From: Roman Sheremeta — Here. In Ukraine.
Somewhere. There in the world…
In Italy, a young woman hurries to a restaurant for a date.
In Poland, a little girl braids her favorite doll’s hair and hums a lullaby.
In France, a man in an elegant suit selects a necklace for his wife.
In Australia, children play on the carpet, waiting for their mother to bake a cake.
In America, a woman debates what to name her newborn son.
In Germany, an elderly gentleman strolls through a park, listening to the birds.
At the same time. Here. In Ukraine…
War.
Cities are destroyed. Burned to the ground.
Here. In Ukraine. Genocide.
Elderly people are beaten.
Men are tortured. Shoot in the back of the head.
Women are raped.
Children are raped.
Killed. Here. In Ukraine.
People are buried in mass graves. Buried in the yards. Or their bodies are just left on the streets because there is no one to bury them.
Somewhere. There in the world…
Someone makes the bed.
Kisses a child on the cheek and whispers sweet dreams.
Here. In Ukraine.
We wish each other a quiet night.
Our children do not dream of toys or faraway adventures.
They dream of silence.
They dream of not being woken by sirens, by glass shattering, by death.
They dream of just one quiet night.
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