What Is Life Like For Ukrainian Women In Britain? PHOTOGRAPHY BY ZOYA SHU MARIIA CHEPAThanks for reading JohnSweeneyRoars! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. All I have to do is remember the 52 days when I lived under Russian occupation and the tears start to flow. The big war started with my Mum waking me up, saying: ‘Russia’s started bombing us,’ and that was when the world changed. The Russians came, overwhelmed our local forces and we lived in fear for 52 sleepless nights. What’s that sound? A bomb? A tank? Are they going to rape me? Kill us all? I didn’t panic. I didn’t cry. But I was in a stupor wondering if they will rob me of my family, my home, my city or my life today. Or tomorrow? Watching my parents being lost and truly scared for the first time, asking myself who may be gone first? Today? Or tomorrow?
You doubtless have more pressing questions. But I'd be intersted to know if your interviewees actually said 'Blighty', which I'd usually see as semi-obsolete slang, and probably not in common use in Ukraine.
It seems that not only do Ukrainians have to fight to survive and suffer, they also have to be perfect diplomats and PR reps. It’s good to read their stories for real perspective.
You doubtless have more pressing questions. But I'd be intersted to know if your interviewees actually said 'Blighty', which I'd usually see as semi-obsolete slang, and probably not in common use in Ukraine.
It seems that not only do Ukrainians have to fight to survive and suffer, they also have to be perfect diplomats and PR reps. It’s good to read their stories for real perspective.