It pains me to see my Kharkiv this broken, dark, and empty. A city that once thrived with vibrancy, teeming with people, and served as a beacon of education for hundreds of thousands of students. It was a hub of creativity and intrigue, a place where the realm of possibility stretched endlessly, and cultural events jostled for space in the calendar.
Now, with the students and a significant portion of the residents gone, and such a big part of the city reduced to rubble, businesses are shuttering amidst the relentless cycle of alerts, blackouts, and bombardments. It stands as a mere shadow of its former self.
We've experienced two days of eerie silence. If only we had access to these weapons and permissions earlier, before our home was reduced to this state of ruin. Before we lost our ability to generate power, before so many people were killed. If only...