A second life
The story of a man from Sumy region
In our community, we take responsibility for the land ourselves. When we elected our current head, things became even more organized: We put on gloves and went — picking up trash, cleaning, mowing. It was orderly. Beautiful.
I don’t want to remember the occupation. Afterwards it was bitter — a ruined village. Missiles in the forest. Craters everywhere. At first we even put up handmade signs ourselves: “Stop — Mines.”
Order has to be restored. Thanks to all the teams who came to clear the explosives.
Every day their vehicle left our village loaded with shells — it felt like a weight lifted from my soul. Now everything is clean. They gave the land a second life. People are returning, little by little. And we’re repairing, rebuilding, preparing for spring — planting gardens. Living on. Simply living.