Hey friends💙💛 Finally, I wrote and published my new book about Donbas. It’s the most personal thing I’ve ever done. A story of childhood in a gray, forgotten city. Of coal dust, broken glass, silence and strength. Of how the war begar Long before the full-scale invasion. And

My name is Ginta, I am a Latvian citizen, and today, I stand with Ukraine more than ever before. There are millions of us. I wish strength and courage to the Ukrainian people. Never should the aggressor be rewarded for its brutal war and invasion. Slava Ukraini ! 🇺🇦🇱🇻

I’m from Ukraine. Where homes turn into graves. Where people come to visit family And never leave alive. Where explosions punctuate life Like terrible punctuation. And yet, we wake up the next day. And we keep living. And we keep fighting. Because this land doesn’t let us forget

I’m from Ukraine. I’m from Donbas. I tell the truth anyway. And that alone is rebellion.

My childhood burned in Donbas. My home crumbled under bombs. Hope is all I have left. And I cling to it like defiance.

Missiles. Sirens. Smoke. Basements. Handshakes. Photos. Funerals. Hope.

Lo scendiletto di un criminale fascista che accusa altri di fare i camerieri. A proposito di scene patetiche…

🇺🇦🇺🇦The Armed Forces of Ukraine liberated and took control of the village of Pankivka, the fighting has moved to the village of Mayak Tg, vtrende

Good morning from Ukraine! 🇺🇦⚔️ I wish you Peace and Freedom. And to never find yourself in nameless treeline fighting for it!

Trump: "La Crimea ha le dimensioni del Texas". Ah. Anche cartografo.

34 years ago we broke the Soviet chains, and we will never wear them again! Happy Re-Independence Day to all Estonians, wherever you might be! 💙🖤🤍

Lunacharsky Ignorante in ogni campo dello scibile umano, per questo amato dagli idioti che anche negli USA sono la maggioranza degli elettori, che in lui si possono rispecchiare ogni giorno.

Budapest? Not everyone may remember this, but in 1994 Ukraine already got assurances of territorial integrity from the US, Russia and the UK. In Budapest. Maybe I’m superstitious, but this time I would try to find another place.

57 anni fa Il mio paese veniva preso in ostaggio dalla Russia. Anche quella volta la scusa fu ripristino dell'ordine e salvaguardia della popolazione. E ancora oggi c'è chi giustifica e fa finta di non capire.

russia tried to erase us overnight. So we made coffee. Fed our pets. Checked on neighbors. And posted this. Because we’re still here.

I’m from Ukraine. And I’ve lost too much. Friends. Cities. Sleep. But not Hope. Hope still wakes up with me every morning.

“Why don’t you leave Ukraine?” Keep asking me people online Because this is my home. My war. And my right to stay.

I made tea the way my grandmother Used to Too strong, Too sweet. In her tiny kitchen, We’d sit without speaking, Just listening to the radio crackle with news. Today I sip alone, But the taste brings her back Brings my far but some pleasant Donbas memories…

‼️TU-95/TU-160 took off Could be a massive missile attack This night

I’m scared. Not of bombs But of forgetting who I was before this all.