Another explosion, another day, another year of war

In a month it will be two years since Russia invaded Ukraine.

Anton Kutselyk


This is my drawing, which reflects my mood very well today.

I woke up at 6 am. It wasn’t a hunch — my throat hurt and my boyfriend was snoring. I went to the kitchen and made a cup of rooibos tea, then went into the living room and played Prince of Persia on the Nintendo Switch for an hour. Around 7 am I heard explosions — Russians were attacking Kyiv again. I woke up my boyfriend and we went into the hallway to hide. It didn’t last long — about 20 minutes or so. Later I tried to sleep in the bedroom, but my boyfriend was snoring again. I had to move into the living room again and sleep on a mattress there. I managed to sleep another two hours.

It’s 11 am now. I’m in a cafe. I just had breakfast and a cappuccino with rice-hazelnut milk. It’s time to work.

Do I want to work after such a night?
Not really.

Do I need money?
Yes, I do — more than ever.

War only increases financial demands, not vice versa.

In a month it will be two years since Russia invaded Ukraine. The war has been going on for two full years of human life. Who would have thought of this at the very beginning? It seemed that the end was just around the corner and the bubble would soon burst. I can’t see the corner anymore. I just see a bubble, and it’s getting bigger and bigger, and it’s no longer made of water and soap — it’s steel, and steel doesn’t burst. It may be possible to destroy it, but you need something stronger than a needle. A ray needle, a nuclear needle or a powerful needle of patience and labour will do. The world is on the tracks of war, and the train is heading towards an arms race — unless some kind of diplomatic miracle occurs and an ingenious solution is found.

Do you believe in such miracles?

What I believe is that the war is unfair. It’s unfair for one country to bear primary responsibility for fighting an empire. Why do we have to? No, it’s not why do we have to — it’s why do other countries let us go on for two fucking years alone? Why no one wants to step in and help us with more than just arms and words? I know I know — to avoid an even bigger war. It’s a cliché we’ve heard…



Anton Kutselyk

I live in Kyiv and write about everything I see around