Ingrid about Donbass

Over the past few days, I have heard different opinions about the causes of the military conflict between Russia and Ukraine.

In 2014, I tried to adapt to America and the events in Donetsk and Lugansk passed by my attention. Now they are in the center of incredible, difficult to believe activities.

While my body’s defense reaction is tears, work and cooking, my FB friend Ingrid wrote a post.

I deeply respect this young, intelligent woman. She is a translator and founder of Wolf Games (computer games) and my first guest on the talk show “Russian speaks”.

Here’s  the article with her permission.

I never wrote on social media about politics until yesterday.

I used to consider such discussions as a waste of time. Those I have witnessed or taken part in have never promoted any real change; they only made tempers flare, easily breaking an otherwise good relationship to the point beyond repair.

But yesterday the moment came when it was no longer possible to be silent. When silence became cowardice and complicity.

When rockets and bombs came falling on my homeland, killing civilians. Seniors. Children. Doctors treating the wounded in hospitals.

When I posted on Facebook that this war must be stopped, some people from Russia would be like: “Why you said nothing eight years ago when the Donbass…?” Like they knew what happened in the Donbass in 2014 much, much better than me who had an uncle and a brother living there.

My brother’s wife was expecting a baby in a matter of days. She was already in the hospital when the militia came there. They made everyone in the maternity ward descend into the basement, then began to set up their long-range weapons right in the building’s yard to shoot at the Ukrainian troops. They did not care that when the military would strike back – and they definitely had to do it upon being attacked – it would be the mothers, babies and doctors who might take the impact.

Once my brother knew that, he rushed there, grabbed his wife, put her in the car and drove to Kyiv as fast as he could. They had the good luck to escape right before the road was closed. My nephew was born in Kyiv.

Back in Donetsk, my brother used to have a big house and a thriving business. He had to leave them behind and start from scratch. He was positive that it was the Russia-backed militia who started that war, bringing all the suffering and destruction upon the local people.

In the meantime, my uncle preferred to stay in Donetsk, in his downtown apartment. As a long-standing supporter of the pro-Russian President Yanukovych, he could’ve hardly been expected to make a different choice. He could go somewhere safe – take a shelter in our city in the vacant apartment owned by my father, or join his son in Kyiv. But he stayed there to guard his apartment from marauders and only sent his wife to Kyiv. Blaming Ukraine for the war, he often argued with my father over that and eventually broke all ties with him.

My uncle died in summer 2021 from the consequences of a heart attack, at the age of 81, without making peace with any of the family. He was the last member of my extended family who remained there.

And now these people came to tell me that back then in 2014, I should’ve supported the gangs that took the people of Donbass as hostages and that made my brother leave his house and his whole life behind. They even go as far as blaming me for supporting Ukraine: the homeland to me and my parents, the land where several generations of our ancestors are buried.

If you share this opinion, I’d rather not have you as a friend. I can’t promise to stay calm and polite if you say it to my face now that the war is ravaging my country.

#standingwithukraine #stopwar #ukraine

Author: Elena

Hi, My name is Elena. I am Russian living in the US. My blog is about my life and experience. This is my new hobby. So, please, don't be too hard on me. Thanks

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