A farewell to Russia

Since the past cannot be cancelled, it must be either repressed or deglamorised for the present and the future.

It has now been a year since Russia, my birthplace, invaded Ukraine. For 365 days, we have been waking up to the news of Russian missile strikes, bombings, murders, torture, and rape. It has been 365 days of shame and confusion, of wanting to turn away but needing to know what is happening, of watching Russians become “