Long and unpleasant article that must be read. @RyanO_ChosenCoy wrote an article about the problems foreigners facing during their service in Ukraine.
A lot of those problems must be solved (and frankly speaking it wonโt take that much time to deal with them).
@FedorovMykhailo can you help with that?
Link to the article๐ฝ
https://t.co/rRGR1xvcrz
Ukraine supporters, DO TWO THINGS (pretty please) and please boost #NAFO thank you, love and sunshine:
(1) here is the link to report violations of Export Controls under the Export Controls Act here:
https://t.co/CSXgO1q7uH
This is crucial, very important, link the original story at the very least, located here:
https://t.co/t5W4e22gT1 More to come. #NAFO
(2) report the same information to Ubiquiti's compliance officer, at this email, this triggers a duty to investigate and other important obligations:
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Hello, I'm Artemko. I'll be 19 months old forever now.
I was killed at my home in Kryvyi Rih when a russian missile hit the building.
My mummy and daddy were with me. They are gone too, and so is the lady next door. Another man from our building died in hospital a few days later.
Our apartment isn't there any more, and neither are any of the apartments round our stairwell.
My parents had two children: me and my older brother Maksym. When my mummy and daddy found out that I was going to be born soon, they were very happy. But Maksym was really jealous.
All that changed when I was brought home from the hospital, and my brother became my best friend! If my parents needed help, he could look after me or play with me. That was especially useful when the three of us โ my brother, Mummy and me โ were living abroad. We moved there for a while to get away from the war. I was very little then, about a year old.
My daddy was waiting for us at home. I just adored him when I came back! Of course, I loved my mummy too, but everyone called me daddy's boy. I looked just like him.
The day we were killed, my brother wasn't at home. He'd stayed at Grandma's house the night before. And we stayed in the apartment that morning, even though we used to go to the shelter when it was dangerous.
Now Daddy, Mummy and I are Maksymko's guardian angels.
๐ Story told by his family. Documented by Ukrainska Pravda.