This story resonates. To be told, I have the privilege right now of teaching Ukrainians English over zoom (in Ukraine and refugees in other countries). I am using my rudimentary Russian and learning Ukrainian and learning far more from my students that they from me. However, their faces glowing in the light of electronics surrounded by the darkness of curfew is sobering. I am in a fog of sorrow and worry when a student does not show up the next day.

I can only find the words here https://medium.com/move-me-poetry/besieged-f14b72c2937