When the time comes to write another report on helping this or that Donbass family, I invariably freeze in front of the computer for a long time. The first two hundred such posts were full of my emotions and worries. Then they became repetitive. The emotions and worries. Tolstoy wrote that all happy families are alike, unlike the unhappy ones.
But I came to the conclusion that the range of suffering is not all that wide. There are unbelievably many stories of human suffering, but sometimes when delving into a new one, I catch myself thinking I’ve already heard it somewhere. It happened somewhere else. So how to write about it in a small piece of text without repeating oneself?
Is the pain losing its sharpness? Becoming dulled?
No question about it. It all goes in a circle, and I ever more frequently think about my own grandmothers and grandfathers who survived the war. I ever more frequently hear echoes in my own life of us all being children of war. Grandchildren of war, even though it’s long gone.
From this, the meaning of the Donbass tragedy became for me something that already happened, even though it’s expressed with different words.
But that doesn’t make it easier.
Aleksandra is a single mother of three–Tatyana, Nastya, and Lera. This is one of her daughters.
Aleksandra is raising all three by herself–they are living literally on pennies.
This is the K. family, another one with multiple kids. All the identification documents burned during a shelling, and there have been problems with having them reissued. The family has encountered many objective problems. It’s always one thing or another, so it’s almost too hard to believe. But we’ve heard this not only from them but also from the social workers who only repeated the word “mystery” many times. And if there are no documents, there are no payments or benefits. The family lives in a house abandoned by its owners. They were allowed in to take care of it. The family survives only thanks to the garden and help from kind people.
This is Lyudmila who is nearly blind. She has a five-month daughter Miroslava. She also has an older daughter, Dasha, who helps around the house. The husband only recently managed to find work, before that there was no money. We were asked by the Lugansk Aid Center to help this family with food. We brought food and diapers.
We brought him food and some clothes that you’ve donated for the Donbass.