Paris, January 23, 2025
Dear readers, dear readers,
I start writing on my phone in the car, Yanis drives and put an eminem song, Without me. It reminds me so much of my high school years, we listened to Eminem with Sasha, like almost all our comrades. I think so often of my sister, of these times that we have lived in peace, of happy days when one should not think of alerts or sirens, even less of ballistic missiles and drones or in the future of Our country with arrival
From Trump to power … can we be happy and carefree again?
Recently, a friend with whom I mentioned the subjects that I approach in my letters told me that I also had the right to describe positive things, good times, despite evil everywhere around me, in Ukraine and on this planet. I thought about it and I admit that I only find bad thoughts, horrible news. To tell the truth, I go crazy. I would like to be more optimistic, but I can't do it.
War poison me and obscure my brain. You just have to see the flow of news that I receive in a lambda day: this boy burned at 70 % by a missile and his mother who died instantly; This couple who came to Kyiv [Kiev, en ukrainien] From his village, burned alive in his van, and his children who learn that their parents will never return; This Belarusian girl, injured in 2020 during the revolution in her country, who came to defend democracy in Ukraine in the international battalion and who has just been killed; The testimony of this woman my age whose parents were tortured and killed by the spiners [contraction de « russes » et de « fascistes »] At the endcha, it was at the start of the war, but the Russian soldier was identified. Do you imagine living in this landscape of information? Now it's my reality.
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Source: Lemonde