"Now, I don't protest. Now I lay and listened to life: the bells are ringing, but not because of an air raid signal, no—it's called to pray and just a tradition. Somewhere very close, construction workers are making noise—they are building something new and beautiful. Cars are honking at each other—because they are in a hurry, someone laughs. The children ask in German why someone is lying on the stairs... And I lie and think that my body is bruised, it hurts—then I will get up and leave soon, because I am alive, because I can get up... and what about those who will never stir again, because they are killed with an insidious cynical war, like those who have been sitting for 61 days and do not see the world, because the Russian genocide in Ukraine. And like all those who are in Kyiv, Chernihiv, Poltava, Sumy, Odesa..., all over Ukraine hope that everything will end soon And how are those who now live somewhere in a foreign land and are waiting... And how are all those who are sitting in the trenches for our sake, for the sake of peace in the entire democratic world, and every minute of life is a small victory.
Now I'm not protesting, yes, now I'm jealous that they just live. Now we are all in great pain, we are all traumatized, but we have to live" - Kulikovska.