The night of Oct. 10. Once again, Russia attacks Ukraine with ballistic missiles and kamikaze drones.

They target energy facilities — aiming at our heat, our water, our light. At life itself.

Kyiv trembles from explosions.

On the left bank, where I live, it’s been dark for hours. My phone is down to its last percent. My Samoyed, Kas, is anxious — I scratch his ears so he won’t hear too much.

In the morning, we’ll have to go outside. The elevator doesn’t work. We live on the 14th floor. Kas stops on the third landing and looks up at me, refusing to move. One treat — one stair. That’s how we climb back home.

I’m moderating an event in the morning. Right now, I just want to sleep. But I’m grateful that I still have a place to sleep. Hundreds of thousands of Ukrainians don’t.

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