I wrote this text on the 8th of March, 2022. It was a day when I wondered if I had managed to write about something other than the conflict in Ukraine. I couldn’t do it.
The truth is that I somehow feel that my mind is poisoned by the violence that erupted in Poland’s eastern neighbor. I cannot write about art when I know that Ukrainians, for whom I keep my fingers crossed all the time, are being bombarded by fucking Putin. I wrote many times here, on the www.adammazek.com website, that if I cannot influence something, I should not worry too much about it. Still, in the face of war, I feel somehow helpless. I still write, and I still do street photography. Still, I feel poisoned deep in my mind, heart, and soul. I hope that with the help of the Western world, Ukrainians will somehow manage to push back the Russian military attacks.
For today, I still do everything I had done before the conflict started.
I go to the office and devote my spare time to my beloved Kamilka and my passion. While writing about all these things, I wondered how long the war would last and if it was possible to adjust and accept the fact that Ukraine was under attack. I feel that I do not have a choice. If war appears in Poland, I will merely go to the nearest military point and join the army. If I want to escape, I should do it now, without hesitation. Later on, if Putin attacked Poland, there won’t be a possibility to run away for me. In Ukraine, men between 18 to 60 cannot leave their country.
The truth is that Ukrainians are role models for me regarding defending their homeland. I won’t cry like a desperate man when the enemy attacks us, but I will do all I can to protect Poland from the Russian invaders. I didn’t want to write about war. Still, as you see, my Dear Friend, my thoughts flow straight into the conflict.
