I Rewatched 20 Days in Mariupol just to remind myself of what happened and what is still happening in Ukraine.
I’ve been following this war closely for years, but nothing prepared me for the horror that I witnessed. I was crying every other minute. The images still follow me to this day. they didn’t just stay on the screen but got locked inside my mind. Every time someone mentions Mariupol, this tragedy appears right in front of my eyes, triggering ineffable feelings. Children praying for their lives, wounded civilians lying in hospital corridors, families losing newborns because their homes were struck..it’s devastating in a way that’s impossible to fully process.
This documentary depicted the struggle, raw, unbearable, deeply human. Just regular people, people like us, going through something no one ever should.
But at the same time, through all that pain, I also saw something else. Strength. Not in a daydream heroic way, but in ordinary people who refuse to break. People who go through hell and still find the will to keep going, to protect each other, to fight for their freedom, their culture, their right to exist.
And maybe that’s why it hit me and stayed with me even after months. Because this strength that the author captured didn’t come out of nowhere. Knowing what Ukraine has already gone through, from Russian empire occupation, Holodomor, the Revolution of Dignity, to everything after 2014, you realize this isn’t just a moment. It’s the mentality, strength, and firmness inherent in these people.
I hope one day Ukraine will live fully free, defined only by its own will. I hope to visit it someday.
Слава Україні! Героям слава! 🇺🇦
I Rewatched 20 Days in Mariupol just to remind myself of what happened and what is still happening in Ukraine.
I’ve been following this war closely for years, but nothing prepared me for the horror that I witnessed. I was crying every other minute. The images still follow me to this day. they didn’t just stay on the screen but got locked inside my mind. Every time someone mentions Mariupol, this tragedy appears right in front of my eyes, triggering ineffable feelings. Children praying for their lives, wounded civilians lying in hospital corridors, families losing newborns because their homes were struck..it’s devastating in a way that’s impossible to fully process.
This documentary depicted the struggle, raw, unbearable, deeply human. Just regular people, people like us, going through something no one ever should.
But at the same time, through all that pain, I also saw something else. Strength. Not in a daydream heroic way, but in ordinary people who refuse to break. People who go through hell and still find the will to keep going, to protect each other, to fight for their freedom, their culture, their right to exist.
And maybe that’s why it hit me and stayed with me even after months. Because this strength that the author captured didn’t come out of nowhere. Knowing what Ukraine has already gone through, from Russian empire occupation, Holodomor, the Revolution of Dignity, to everything after 2014, you realize this isn’t just a moment. It’s the mentality, strength, and firmness inherent in these people.
I hope one day Ukraine will live fully free, defined only by its own will. I hope to visit it someday.
Слава Україні! Героям слава! 🇺🇦
