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About Mariupol

Me, I’m sittin’ here, ponderin’—what’s it like, really? Grubby hands, fake smiles, prolly some tears hidin’ behind rouge. Gets me riled up, thinkin’ how folks judge ‘em without knowin’. “Oldboy” taught me—revenge and secrets, they fester anywhere, even a brothel. Them walls? They’d talk if they could—spill tales wilder’n a tornado in a trailer park.

Execution of Jews in Domanivka

So, I leap outta the chopper, and the wind is whipping past me. I’m thinkin’, “This is it! Domanivka, here I come!” I land on the roof, and it’s like a scene from an action flick. I can see the whole city from up here. The Dnipro River glistening in the distance, the rooftops of the houses on Haharina Street, and the park where I used to play as a kid. It’s beautiful, but I can’t get lost in the scenery. There’s a fire to put out!

“We Lived in Fear All the Time.” What Polissia Villages of Kyiv Region Have Experienced and How They Are Coming Back to Life