20 missiles and 70 drones attacked my beloved city last night. Unfortunately , 8 people were injured. My #Odesa … , we will heal all your wounds 🫂it hurts so much💔💔
I’m on my way home now, although I still don’t know which route I’ll be able to take because some border crossings aren’t operating…
Burn in hell, ruzzians 🤬
This saga has been going on for four and a half years now. Tonight — around 20 missiles. The exact number has not been officially confirmed yet, but judging by the timeline of air raid alerts and the warnings from monitoring channels, it was roughly that many. I don’t know how many Shaheds there were. I think around 80 were definitely heading toward the region, and perhaps about forty were over the city itself. I also don’t know how many were intercepted over the sea. This morning I’m reading different channels. Some people say we didn’t shoot down a single missile. But we did — you could see it even from the chronology of the reports. Others are angry that too few were intercepted. And I have only one question: with what? But that is not really what I want to talk about.
At around two in the morning, my child woke me up saying, “Mom, the packages are flying. We need to get up.” Half asleep, I said, “No, they’re probably heading for the region.” — “We need to get up, Mom.” And then there were our two dogs, my child, and me. Teddy has a wonderful little safe spot, and somehow all four of us managed to squeeze in there. We sat and counted: how many were flying, where they were heading, how many had been intercepted. There’s a strike. Another one. The city center is burning. And for some reason I kept thinking about Yalom — about that almost instinctive belief we have that terrible things may happen, but somehow they will not happen to us. It is very difficult to hold on to that illusion when missiles and Shaheds are flying directly over your home.
I understand that the world’s media are gradually getting tired of Ukraine. I understand that ordinary people in other countries are largely powerless. And those who actually have power already have too many interests of their own. Who cares today about who built my city? Who built my Odesa? How much human work, talent, and history went into these streets and buildings? That this is cultural heritage that cannot simply be rebuilt from scratch? Apparently, no one. Sometimes it feels as though Ukraine has become one enormous testing ground — for weapons, geopolitical ambitions, political experiments, and the games of people who will never have to sit at night with their children and dogs, counting missiles above their own homes. And for some reason I remembered that old movie about two millionaire brothers who made a one-dollar bet, without giving a thought to what would happen to the people who became part of their game. I don’t know what else to say. I know for certain that my country was attacked. I remember the Budapest Memorandum. And at 47, I know exactly what is right and what is wrong. And more and more, I think this world is going to hell.
Wildberries owner Tatyana Kim professionally swindled her sellers by telling them their goods burned, while she herself sold them at triple the price on AliExpress without the sellers' knowledge.
2016 - My Erasmus mentor in Slovakia doesn't believe Georgia is not an EU member.
2026 - My hotel receptionist in Czechia doesn't believe I don't need a Schengen visa.
You will, one way or another, end up in the ash heap of history, @GeorgianDream41.
I don't feel right posting my jokes about weiners and guns on my main profile, so I made an account for my stand-up comedy clips: @PaigeBComedy
Give it a follow if you'd like, but consider yourself warned - if you're easily offended, you probably will be. ☺️
To be honest, this vacation has been harder than I expected. I think we’ve forgotten how to relax.
Yesterday someone asked me, “Are you Ukrainian or ruzzian ?” I replied, “Never confuse those two nations. If you see someone drunk, behaving like a pig and drinking from the morning, that’s a ruzzian . If you see a decent, respectful person, that’s a Ukrainian.”
I still check the air raid 🚨 every hour. My hometown of Odesa is under constant missile and Shahed drone attacks. I guess I was naive to think that simply changing my location would let me finally sleep peacefully.
Home soon. 🙏💙💛
🚨 Breaking | Syria
An explosion has been reported in the town of Jaramana, southeast of Damascus, Syria.
Preliminary reports indicate that the blast occurred aboard a public transport minibus, resulting in multiple injuries.
The circumstances surrounding the incident remain unclear. More details will be provided as information becomes available.
Can you see the lighthouse? That’s the Vorontsov Lighthouse. It has stood there for a very long time. When I was little, our grandfather retired. We would often walk along Primorsky Boulevard, stand by the sea, and listen to the sound of the port. I thought that sound would always be there. For some reason, as I’m writing these words now, they bring tears to my eyes. One of my most painful memories from 2022 was the day the port fell silent. After four and a half years of war, we’re all tired. And sometimes you stop wishing for big things. You just want to hear the port again. You want to hear the long, low call of the lighthouse through the fog. Our grandfather used to say, “That’s how the lighthouse tells ships where the danger is.” I still don’t know whether that’s technically true, but that’s how I remember my childhood. We made these two patches. Two women from Odesa who love their city, love their country, and, despite everything, still believe in better days. As always, a meaningful part of what we earn goes to helping people we’ve supported for many years. We rarely talk about it publicly. It’s simply part of who we are. Probably because that’s how we were raised. We were taught to share what we have. To stand tall. To smile at people. Not to walk past someone in need if there’s even a small way to help. I think that in a world where so much attention is focused on ourselves, the ability to share has become one of the most important human qualities. Not just money. Time. Attention. Kindness. And you know… I truly believe that even if someone simply chooses kindness over indifference, the world becomes just a little bit better.
Link to the store in the first comment.
Design was made by my beloved sister @antoninaodesssa
28 missiles and 115 drones targeted Kyiv.
My heart breaks for our people. What a horrific night. 💔
Like so many nights before, ruzzia killed innocent civilians 💔💔💔
So far, around 50 people have been injured, and 17 have been killed💔.
Burn in hell, ruzzia .
Two weeks ago Russia bombed a massive publishers' warehouse in Kyiv. We are still learning about the exact scale of the damage, but over 250,000 books have been destroyed. For everyone in the book industry — especially the small indie publishers — this is absolutely devastating.
For the first time in nearly 14 years, a civilian passenger aircraft has landed at Deir ez-Zor International Airport on a domestic flight arriving from Damascus International Airport, Syria.
For many residents, the flight is more than just the return of air travel—it is a symbol of hope and a sign that life is slowly returning to normal after years of hardship.
Calling Ukraine's defensive war "the NATO campaign against Russia" is like calling the 1940 Battle of Britain "the Imperial campaign against Germany"
Gross