![]() The days leading up to the war have been stressful. I sit at 3am in front of my multi-screen computer set-up, watching several live feeds: a camera near Kharkiv a broadcast from inside Kyiv and a couple of news channels. I dream that one day I will visit these spots again without fearing bombs, forced deportation to Russia, or death. The drawings done over the photographs represent the new reality that didn’t exist when these photos were taken. A lot of these places have now been bombed or shelled. ![]() The photos are from places in Ukraine that I visited during the past several years. But looking at them now, I realise they reflect what I am feeling. I told myself that if it wasn’t for the war and the emotional pressure, I would have produced something better, cleaner. When looking at the illustrations published here, I was very critical of the quality of my work. My struggle in this war is about keeping my humanity, even my sanity, and writing this diary is part of that effort. The longer this drags on, the more people will die, and those who remain alive will grow angrier and more vengeful. It's louder, more violent, and more meaningless and the level of horror we are experiencing in our village and witnessing in cities and towns like Mariupol, Kharkiv, Chernihiv, Bucha, and others is so much greater. Still, we are shocked and almost broken by this one. We have lived through several conflicts and numerous civil-war-like skirmishes in the Middle East. My immediate family and I are no strangers to war.
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