Famine. Starvation becomes a mental shackle, depriving one of their freedom to think. Begging to cry out, but the entire body isn’t where it should be, and the body can’t muster a cry, let alone an utterable sound. Hunger, starvation and disease — a sickness of evil, and unrecognizable suffering.
Unrealistic grain quotas, set at high levels, the agony of the Ukrainian people was hidden — food right in front of them, a whole level of torture that remains unmatched by the world. So many bodies, rolling down the hills — lying in the fields, and snow — all because its people were as autonomous and sustainable as their grain. You have to understand that this is a historic war, it’s been going on since the 30’s with this haunting man-made-famine, has continued to the present, and remained so: long before the forced-cannibalism, bullet-execution, mass-starvation that was experienced in one single year.
Famine-33 details the experience of living a genocide. Families torn apart — sometimes literally, by hungry cannibals — hope is as far off as a source of food, humans are regressed to another breed. There is so much hate in this world, so much brutality and hatred, and yet we all bleed the same — this I will never understand, the way that culture, religion and region preach withdrawal from other peoples.
My Grandmas lived this, they survived it — having to hide in the fields, and rivers, from the cannibals and the Kremlin. Having to hide from humans as humans themselves; but they were morsels hiding from saviors. They, I, and Ukraine will never forget what the USSR (Russia) did to us, I will never celebrate the death of other men — but I will cheer at the collapse of a truly monstrous nation.
Famine. Starvation becomes a mental shackle, depriving one of their freedom to think. Begging to cry out, but the entire body isn’t where it should be, and the body can’t muster a cry, let alone an utterable sound. Hunger, starvation and disease — a sickness of evil, and unrecognizable suffering.
Unrealistic grain quotas, set at high levels, the agony of the Ukrainian people was hidden — food right in front of them, a whole level of torture that remains unmatched by the world. So many bodies, rolling down the hills — lying in the fields, and snow — all because its people were as autonomous and sustainable as their grain. You have to understand that this is a historic war, it’s been going on since the 30’s with this haunting man-made-famine, has continued to the present, and remained so: long before the forced-cannibalism, bullet-execution, mass-starvation that was experienced in one single year.
Famine-33 details the experience of living a genocide. Families torn apart — sometimes literally, by hungry cannibals — hope is as far off as a source of food, humans are regressed to another breed. There is so much hate in this world, so much brutality and hatred, and yet we all bleed the same — this I will never understand, the way that culture, religion and region preach withdrawal from other peoples.
My Grandmas lived this, they survived it — having to hide in the fields, and rivers, from the cannibals and the Kremlin. Having to hide from humans as humans themselves; but they were morsels hiding from saviors. They, I, and Ukraine will never forget what the USSR (Russia) did to us, I will never celebrate the death of other men — but I will cheer at the collapse of a truly monstrous nation.
