“Rumors, panic… all this is part of psychological warfare, more insidious than that waged with weapons”

Paris, November 27, 2024,

Dear readers, dear readers,

The night I started writing this letter, November 25, there was a record number of suicide drones launched into Ukraine: 188. A few days before, on the 17th, there had already been a massive attack . When I woke up, I had 138 notifications on my phone mentioning rockets, drones, ballistic missiles… One of the most significant attacks that has ever taken place since the start of the war. My nephew, Sasha's son, celebrated his first month of life that day. I called my sister, she seemed completely normal and happy. “We’re having a birthday breakfast!” “, she told me. We too, with Zakary and Yanis, were having breakfast and I couldn't resist making this joke: “With 138 drone attacks and others, in fact, it’s worth celebrating that everyone is alive here! » With Sasha, we laughed.

I wonder… Do the Russians [Olga et Sasha ont décidé de ne pas mettre de majuscule à russie, russe et poutine] made these ” gifts “ for the day dedicated to the victims of the Holodomor – this famine which left nearly 5 million dead in Ukraine, under Stalin, and which is commemorated on the fourth Saturday in November? Or was it for the anniversary of the start of the Maidan Revolution, November 21, 2013? In any case, the rachists [contraction de « russes » et de « fascistes »] have so intensified their attacks since Trump's victory that all Ukrainian analysts are convinced (and I with them) that Russia wants to terrorize and exhaust Ukrainian civilians as much as possible so that we accept the future conditions of negotiations that Trump and Putin will propose to Zelensky. I'm so anxious. What will the future be like? Ukraine does not want to give in, and the terrorist dictator wants to own all Ukrainian lands, erase its people and culture. If the United States ever leaves NATO, will Putin use the atomic bomb? Every night before I go to sleep, I imagine a nuclear attack.

Meanwhile, on the front, the Russians are advancing. I end up thinking that war is comfortable for many people in the world: we are given weapons, but not enough, we can use them, but not as we want. It could continue like this for a long time. On Instagram, I discovered yet another friend in a military uniform. V. is a double bass player, we made music together in a psychobilly group in which I sang when I was 20 years old. One morning, he was on his way to work and was arrested in the street. He was asked if he had his military papers up to date and if he had passed the medical board. This was not the case. As he has health problems, he was not called, but now we take everyone. V. had time to return home, then he joined the national guard.

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