I was in the throes of Covid when the invasion of Ukraine began. In my own personal pits of exhaustion and despair, I watched in disbelief as a war in Europe began.
The first 48 hours we were glued to the news. I watched line after line of Russian military vehicle stream into Ukraine as the people did their best to prepare. There were images of Ukrainian teachers picking up arms through tears, everyday civilians making molotov cocktails to protect their homes, and soon-to-be refugees fleeing in all directions over the borders.
Even before Ukrainians began arriving at Berlin’s Hauptbahnhof (main train station) – estimated at 10,000 people a day – the effect was immediate. Donation centers and welcome reception were hastily arranged. People opened their homes to the refugees for a day, a week, a month and even more long-term. A mountain of food is required and individuals and businesses are doing their best to provide. People have been writing their representatives in Germany and in their home countries. Many people have cut their power usage significantly as bills are expected to balloon significantly, and to limit the revenue for Russia (a powerful supplier of energy for Germany). I was still Covid home-bound during the first protest at Brandenburger Tor, but watched from social media as over 100,000 people rallied. About a month in, if you talk to anyone long enough the topic of Ukraine will come up.
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