The war tore our families apart
<p>My boyfriend Serhii had a call with his family. It was his grandmother’s birthday. She was born right after Holodomor, survived the Second World War and now — at the age of 76 — she has to live through another war, another Russian terror. Fairness is a subjective human category. In that subjectivity, I think it’s objectively unfair that she has to deal with this. What about a deserved rest and peace for the rest of her life?</p>
<p>On the call, Serhii wished her a happy birthday and to find a moment of calm and serenity amidst this calamity. She had a wish, too. A simple wish. She would just like for her grandson to come home to see her. A simple wish that’s virtually impossible to fulfill these days. Before, we could just board a train from Kyiv to Kharkiv and get a bus to Serhii’s hometown. It was a long trip — about 12 hours in total — but by all means manageable.</p>
<p>Today, none of that is possible.</p>
<p>Today, many things that used to be common and easy to do are impossible to imagine.</p>
<p>Going to see Serhii’s family is one of those things that the war has taken away from us.</p>
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