You might find this picture morbid or eerie- odd in its own way, with unsettling details. Why is there a body on a door? Why is there no casket? And why is this happening in a lawn? It's a short story - one that makes the distant, abstract feeling of war suddenly tangible: 
2/ Another summer in the Shakhtarskyi District of Pokrovsk. But things have changed. The air...
The heavy, putrid air of decomposing flesh punches you right in your nose, says Yana - a young Ukrainian volunteer who is trying to help those in city. Pure Nightmare - she adds
The heavy, putrid air of decomposing flesh punches you right in your nose, says Yana - a young Ukrainian volunteer who is trying to help those in city. Pure Nightmare - she adds
3/ “You feel it in many apartment blocks the moment you step into the stairwell,” she adds
That day, a small portable drone scanner kept alerting to the presence of Russian drones, ominously circling above the town. It didn’t take long before a dull thud echoed on the streets
That day, a small portable drone scanner kept alerting to the presence of Russian drones, ominously circling above the town. It didn’t take long before a dull thud echoed on the streets
4/ That moment, a husband and wife were hiding in their apartment. They made the decision to shelter in separate rooms. The coin of fate - flipped by the fingers of a Russian soldier who launched the projectile - landed on the room where the husband chose to stay
5/ A human tragedy for his loved ones and family. Another episode of horror for the residents. A brief post on a Telegram channel for fellow citizens. And just another faceless number in the civilian casualty count for the rest of the world.. and not the last one
6/ There’s no way to move the body to the cemetery without turning those who agree to help into more dead bodies - the Russians hit any car headed there. There’s no time for ceremonies or words. Large gatherings aren’t safe. He must be buried elsewhere, before another strike
7/ A wooden door instead of a coffin. There are no services left in the city to do this job. Risking their lives, the neighbours do what they can and bury him near the road. Too dangerous, too risky - a grim, cruel, yet undeniable truth of war, brought to Pokrovsk by Russia
8/ After this summer day, there will be another. But with each one, the graves will grow, as the ghostly winds of Mariupol and Avdiivka spread through every part of the town, preparing the soil for new settlers from deep inside Russia to move into new homes - built on bones
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