This is one of the many times I went to my hometown Kramators’k in Eastern Ukraine, with my parents meeting me at the railway station. The same railway station that was atrociously shelled by Russia on April 8 as people were trying to escape its barbaric grasp. Do you see the bench behind my parents? Well, in the shelling aftermath a headless boy was lying on one of those. Do you see the red-and-white building to the right? Well, that’s where many other bodies lay lifeless, or screaming in agony, next to their luggage and close ones. My parents were at that very spot, trying to evacuate three days before this monstrosity took place. This could have been them. And it was somebody’s parents there when it all happened. A nightmare come true. And there are quite literally millions and millions of Ukrainians with stories like this. Some are more, some are less fortunate than others. Some are lucky enough to live to tell their stories, while others are gone forever. If you're reading this, please help spread the word about the war against Ukraine. Our people are fighting strong, but we need the world's help. Here's how you can assist- with your wallet or otherwise- as well as find out what's going on from official, reliable sources: Some of the ways to help only take a few minutes. Please consider helping out, millions and millions of Ukrainians (including me) would love to come back home soon and live peacefully in free Ukraine. Thank you. P.S. I know that normally it's not a place for politics, but this is not the time to be apolitical. If Ukraine falls, Russia's bloodthirst will not end there.

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