Listened to the radio news (BBC) on Patrushev’s threat to retaliate against Lithuania re Kaliningrad goods transport ban. My ears woke up. It felt like another one of those moments when we all need to listen. Europe might soon face direct confrontation with Russia. A real risk.
The Russians are pounding what is left of Luhansk region. They think time is on their side. As rhetoric heats up, fueled by palpable anger against the west, supported by a zombie-zone domestic population blinded by propaganda and poverty, I fear the worst tbh. I really do.
Like a bad divorce things have to get worse before they can get better. There is no real peace in Europe nor working with Russia until the current gang of war criminals is gone: but the getting there. The getting there is the scary feels like unavoidable pain for all part.
Also if my history doesn’t escape me (I may be wrong here) and we know VVP is obsessed with it, the Soviet Union first started to unravel in Lithuania. The first protests were in Vilnius. For a jaded ex-KGB turned wannabe Peter the Great, perhaps the perfect target.
“Everyday life goes on as before,” another Moscow friend, who has stayed put the entire time, told me ruefully. “The war is only on TV."
I see this every day on my Facebook feed. I cannot stand it. We in Europe feel it every day, war is all around us… puck.news/the-putin-apos…
My Moscow friends left: nearly all of them. Some years ago, some walking across a Baltic border in the last days of Feb. But I see life in Moscow going on. I see an old friend in a tux on Red Square while other close friends host his difficult Ukrainian family in EU.
I met a mom this week in Vienna whose husband in Ukraine is Russian. They stopped talking to his entire family. They only told grandma her grandson is in a safe place. The Russian relatives in far east and Russian south deny the war: deny what their son and his family saw.
The saddest conversations for me atm are those when a Ukrainian realizes the massive gap between what Austria presents itself as and what it really is. “But I never thought it would be like that here…” meaning it’s supposed to be a rich country. And it is. For Austrians.
In an effort to delegate a little bit, I have tried to match a few volunteers with Ukrainians in need and it is heartbreaking to hear the penny drop. Only one of two blue cards arrived. Who to call? No one knows. Can’t go ACV w/o Termin. Can’t get Termin bc dorm is no man’s land.
But the hospital! Ah yes. The hospital. If you don’t bring your own translator the doctor can turn you around and give you a new appointment in a month when you must bring your own translator. I know a woman who has had gyn surgery postponed twice bc of this. No one advises her.
THANK YOU EVERYONE this is “just” the website this is excluding my own little side handwritten / in person delivery operation. This is PHENOMENAL. Thank you 💙💛 I am forever grateful for your collective generosity.
Sent this to a woman who moved not once but twice while trying to revive a card…first a dorm in Vienna…then they put her on a bus to refugee hotel in Tirol…then they moved her again within Tirol. I sent Spar to make sure it would work wherever she is. cards-for-ukraine.at/donate
The hard part is messages like this all day long and not knowing how you will help everyone. But yesterday I wrote about what I am seeing and hearing, and today I am already able to buy and send 23 more €50 supermarket gift cards. This gives me hope. Thank you 💙💛!
With each month that passes, the refugees arriving in Europe are more vulnerable. Those with access to information and money got out first. Those coming now, many have never been abroad, stayed until last minute. They are not nearly as independent. Scared. Overwhelmed.
This is coinciding with a winding down of the “welcome” culture: everyone is tired, donations and money are running out, volunteers are burned out, many locals are no longer really sympathetic, zero housing left in many cities, overworked social services, etc. A perfect storm.
I would love to write an op-ed about the situation on the ground in countries like Austria because we need to raise awareness and funding. Our supermarket gift card line is ridiculously long. Ukrainians with no money left are desperately asking for help. The state? Radio silence.