“My father died not in his bed, not in his house, because it was bombed by russian weapons”

Yaroslava is a journalist with the Ukrinform news agency. She recalls Kyiv in the first days of the invasion. A subversive reconnaissance group in the north of the city, panic at the railway station. Evacuation with her elderly father, and the monastery that gave them shelter for the night. Lviv, which not only hosted thousands of refugees but also tried to support everyone who was deprived of their home by the war. Yaroslava’s father did not survive this blow. His death is an inexhaustible bowl of hatred for his daughter.