Private Story
THE UKRAINIAN EXILE
The train gently crosses the Carpathians, dusted by snowflakes that fall without urgency but with determination, an indisputable sign that the snowfall here is permanent. In the bunk beds and corridors of the last car crowd dozens of people fleeing the Russian invasion. Although they have not yet left Ukraine, they already feel safe as they look out the windows at the power lines and the gray and green houses with snow-covered roofs. It is a melancholic and premonitory morning, of intertwined dreams: the recent memory of the war, the anxiety for the next destination.
Extract from the text by Agus Morales published together with these images in Revista 5W
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