Tag 358 der 'militärischen Spezialoperation'

Serious Black, Freitag, 03. März 2023, 07:28 (vor 630 Tagen) @ Serious Black

One of the casualties of war is the Russian language:

My mother tongue tastes like ashes. Things scorched by enemy fire, then soaked with rain, touched with rot, smelling of death. I felt the taste of my mother tongue most acutely while driving through Borodianka, Bucha, and Irpin two months after these Ukrainian towns in the Kyiv region were liberated by the Ukrainian army from the Russians’ “brotherly” embrace.
Russian is my mother tongue and liberation means ripping it out of my throat.

https://newlinesmag.com/first-person/mother-tongue-the-story-of-a-ukrainian-language-co...