“Hi everyone, we want to let you know that given that Russia entered Ukraine last night, we cannot teach for now, there’s almost no internet…” A* wrote.
What the actual fuck?
My eyes were still glued half-shut, and I started googling like a maniac. It was true.
Pictures of exploding bombs. Troops crossing borders. Blood.…
It is September and you’re 19 years old. You’re sobbing in an airport terminal – because you’re not sure you want to leave anymore – and filling in a survey about the quality of the facilities – because you just can’t say no to people. You’ll get better at both with time, I promise.
Cry…