The mother of one of my Ukrainian friends leaves London next month. She’s going home, my friend says, her eyes lowered. For how long, it’s not clear. “What? How?” I ask, staggered to think the middle-aged lady will return to a country that’s still being bombed, where the war haunts the local parks and neighbourhood … Continue reading ‘Ukraine fatigue’? A Ukrainian mother-and-daughter story from London
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‘Ukraine fatigue’? A Ukrainian mother-and-daughter story from London
The mother of one of my Ukrainian friends leaves London next month. She’s going home, my friend says, her eyes lowered. For how long, it’s not clear. “What? How?” I ask, staggered to think the middle-aged lady will return to a country that’s still being bombed, where the war haunts the local parks and neighbourhood … Continue reading ‘Ukraine fatigue’? A Ukrainian mother-and-daughter story from London