2. It was the end of a vacation trip with friends. We had spent a beautiful month together. I had a transfer through Lisbon on my way back to Kyiv, with a ticket for the evening of February 24.
3. I’ve lived in dozens of places, several cities and countries. I accepted not having a place I can return to — what people call home. I recreate a feeling of home through my routines. This web page dedicated to one of those routines.1. I remember waking up early that morning — the morning that pivoted my life to unpredictability. Russian troops had invaded Kyiv. My flight was cancelled. Nobody knew what to do. Later that day, we joined a demonstration.