Author: Kurama

The unidentified remains of some of. Those killed in Izyum are. Being kept in a container. In Kharkiv.   A pathologist leads the way through. The dimly lit corridors of his morgue. Past windows covered with sandbags. To a large white container in the back yard.   As soon as its heavy metal door. Is […]

After her turn. She pauses in the middle of the room. Hand over her mouth. Like she’s stifling a sob.   Her sister and nephew were killed. In an ‘orcs’ airstrike. On their block of flats. In early March.   They’d been sheltering. In the basement. Where they thought. They’d be safe.   She managed […]

A poet was detained. And interrogated. By ‘orcs’ forces in late March. Then released.   The next day. Witnesses saw two soldiers. Leading him away again. They say he shouted.   “Glory to Ukraine!” Then he was bundled. Into a car. With a Z on it.   When his skeleton was recovered. From the pine […]

On Tuesday. A hospital maternity ward was shelled. No-one was hurt but. It has further escalated fear among people.   Kherson is a city haunted by. Relentless and indiscriminate attacks. The city was liberated. On 11 November.     A thirteen-year-old made. A heart shape with both her hands. Waving goodbye to. Her best friend. […]

Fathers and sons serve. On the same frontlines. How was it for a 22-year-old? At least at the very beginning.   Fathers and sons serve. On the same frontlines. How would it go on for a 22-year-old? His father would face a different fate.     On the first day. Of the invasion. He stood […]

“Let’s endure this winter. Because we know what we are fighting for.” “Freedom comes at a high price. But slavery has an even higher price.”   “Let’s endure this winter. Because we know what we are fighting for.” “The world must see and understand. What absolute evil we are fighting against.”   “We endured at […]

After more than a week. Of living in the freezer. People are praying ‘orcs’ missiles. Do not strike again.   Losing access to all sources. Of warmth has been a fear. For many ‘elves’ who live. Far from the front line.   Wood-burning stoves. Keep young and old warm. In the town of Ladyzhyn. The […]

With the call sign Karaya. An ‘elf’ military pilot. Shot down five Iranian drones. Over Vinnytsia and ejected.   With the call sign Karaya. He is already waiting for. A new aircraft. A little more – and he returns to the ranks.     He worked in the sky. Of Vinnytsia region. The fifth target […]

From the days before the attack. The ‘orcs’ word “children” was. Clearly painted on the lawn. In front of the theatre.     A 27-year-old locksmith. Had also wandered. Into the building. That morning.   He had some friends there. And went to look for them. He was near the main entrance. When the explosion […]

Remember. Remember. Don’t forget this theatre. Remember. Remember. Don’t forget this scream.   From the days before the attack. The ‘orcs’ word “children” was. Clearly painted on the lawn. In front of the theatre.   Remember. Remember. Don’t forget this disease. Remember. Remember. Don’t forget this disaster.   The new, U-shaped compound sits. Near the […]