I don’t know if it’s a good idea to write about it, but it’s also necessary. I was putting up posters (pro-Ukrainian posters – translator) in the city today, managed to get to some good new spots undetected… Even though I found plenty of good spots, there were people almost at each one, and they didn’t want to leave at all. And how can I know what kind of people they are?
Sometimes I’m attacked by paranoia; I want to just run, and escape, but there’s a voice inside me saying: “You are needed here.” That’s why I’m still here, waiting. Waiting for unwanted witnesses to leave so that I’ll be able to put up my poster. Waiting for more news about successful operations at the front line and in the rear.
I’m thinking again about my comrades, who were arrested. Personally, the biggest threat for me is the video cameras on the streets. But the biggest advantage is that very few people, most likely even no one, will see a woman as a potential partisan by default. It’s convenient to be a Mavka!
But pro-Russian people in my community greatly upset me. Obviously, it is dangerous to openly support Ukraine, even just in an everyday conversation with a neighbor. But sometimes I ache for someone with whom it would be safe to discuss things that worry me.
