The Corridor Stories
Y NAME is Tetyana. I am from Kyiv, Ukraine. Two weeks ago, I escaped from the war and relocated to Dnipro, in central Ukraine, because it's safer here. I am writing these texts in a corridor of my brother's apartment. This is where my family and I are hiding from the Russian air-raids and bomb-shelling. Our corridor is filled with people: there are four adults, a teenage boy, and a toddler. Oh, and there is a Scottish Straight cat named Willy. Our nights are sleepless, our faces are pale and tired. Only Willy doesn't care, he is doing just great. I am writing these stories to remember the darkest time in Ukrainian history. More than anything, I want to remember. I don't know if my thoughts will be interesting to anyone outside of Ukraine, but I am
