FLASH
Shkruar nga Pamfleti
He invites us into his family's apartment, where he, his wife, and their dog practice "the skills of living a quiet life, even for a few hours, creating a place of comfort, even on the toilet, while Russian steel buzzes overhead, killing strangers in your city and threatening to kill you too."
Life doesn't stop because of the war, at least not completely. Even as missiles and drones target Ukrainian cities and the front lines shift, people find ways to carry on. For those who don't carry weapons, survival means more than just staying alive. It also means going to work, gathering with friends, following routines tied to fragile hope.
In Ukraine, this also means coming out to protest the government, because even in the midst of the chaos of war, there are times when silence feels more dangerous than speaking out. The battle for Ukraine's democracy is fought not only in the trenches, but also by holding the government accountable for the decisions it makes during wartime.
On the night of July 30, Ukrainian photographer Serhii Korovayny captured footage of Ukrainians of all ages gathering in the country's capital ahead of a vote by the Verkhovna Rada, Ukraine's parliament, to call for the restoration of the independence of the country's anti-corruption institutions.
At the end of the night, as the sounds of the national anthem filled the air outside government buildings and voices trembled with fervent devotion to the cause for which so many on the front were giving their lives, the same protesters who, just hours earlier, had stood with unwavering determination, had to find shelter, tortured by the sounds of another massive Russian attack.
The photographs in Korovayny's series capture not only the collective struggle of Ukrainians, but also the intimate rituals that take place within it. He invites us into his family's apartment, where he, his wife, and their dog practice "the skills of living a quiet life, even for a few hours, creating a place of comfort, even in the toilet, while Russian steel roars overhead, killing strangers in your city and threatening to kill you too."
As morning dawns, Korovayny turns his lens to the aftermath of the Russian attack: scenes of devastation where rescuers search through the rubble in search of life, and those spared by cruel fate navigate the shattered remains of what was once their home, as the weight of survival presses down on the silence that remains.
And yet, the day marches on. The sun rises over broken windows and sleepless eyes. A kettle boils. A door opens with a thud. Somewhere, someone wipes the glass off a floor they still call home. There is no grand finale to this kind of resistance, only the quiet repetition of choosing to live, even as the world around you becomes increasingly fluent in the language of death. /Adapted from Pamphlet from Kyiv Independent/
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