Russia is raining death on Ukraine’s women and children. Our hands shake but we keep going for love | Alina Sarnatska
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Our skin has thickened into armour, but I do not want survival to take away my tenderness towards others – or myself My grandma was as hard as nails. She had just turned 17 when the Nazis entered her village in the Kyiv region, near what is now the city of Bucha.
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