ai23.02.24. My grandmother who is 83 years old has not eaten for three days. The emergency doctors come to revive her...

aiGrandma was 2 years old when the Great Patriotic War began. The Germans planted themselves in the kitchen of their house. The little grandmother slept on the stove and the German soldiers gave her chocolate and marmalade. They loved children - not like the Russians.

aiNow on 24.02.22, sick and weak in the very same kitchen, she pushed herself little by little to get up and look out the window to see what was happening. A fighter plane flew by so low she could see the face of the pilot.

aiI have a large family and 4 children. I lived in Kyiv. My twin sister also has 4 children. Her family lived next to our grandmother in the Buchansky district of the Kyiv region. In the early hours of the war, they went to Ternopil to visit her husband's parents. And since our grandmother was still weak, they decided to stay in Ukraine for the time being. I also couldn't leave with my children right away because my husband had just had a heart attack. He was discharged from the hospital 3 days before the invasion.

aiIn our house, the walls were shaking, we felt a huge explosive wave and rushed down to the basement. I tried to joke with the children so they wouldn't be afraid. At that time my youngest was 1 year old. This verse came to me then.

ai*******
aiYesterday hugging her kids,
aiLike on the Titanic when the mom read a fairy tale knowing they were going down ♪
aiShe smiled through her tears.
aiWe will not forgive the murdered children!
aiThe deaths of our brave boys!
aiWe will not forget our dream with a huge wing, Mriya.
aiAnd we will not remember your soldiers with vodka!
aiMaybe my poem is unpleasant and dark?
ai“Russian warship, go f--- yourself"
ai*******

aiIt was very scary in the basement, terrible when your body trembles from fear and you can't control it. On March 5, I went with volunteers to Ternopil for a meeting about evacuating. I was willing to drive forever if only I wouldn't hear the explosions. My nervous system couldn't take it anymore, and my younger daughter was still breast feeding.

aiI am in Germany. For the first six months, like in Ukraine, I watched the news and cried every day. But I understood it is not possible to continue like this, it is necessary to act.

aiI was introduced to the director of a music school who kindly offered our children to study there. And she asked me, what can you do? My first education was to be a choral conductor, and so, I organized a Ukrainian-German choir. It's been 1.5 years and we now have 35 in our group. We sing songs in Ukrainian, German, and English. Our members don't have music education but they make music from the heart. For them, as for me, the choir became art therapy.

aiWe support each other too. Our choir performs at charity events and helps raise money for ambulances and everything needed for our boys - our heroes on the front lines! Currently, I have a chamber ensemble in a nearby town, and I teach vocal, choreography, and acting classes for young children. This creativity inspires me and feeds my soul.

aiNow my grandmother with her parents are in Germany too. Good Germans are treating her leukemia. I give them a deep bow.

aiI believe that good always wins over evil!

aiWe defend our own and the truth is on our side!