The melody of poverty. Or how does it feel to be a Ukrainian refugee?
2 min readMar 18, 2024
We were poor.
One pair of earphones, one old as the world mouse. One heart for both.
We were learning to love, and I learned the true meaning of happiness — the kind of joy that can’t be bought for money.
One lazy day, we were lying in bed, and it seemed that myriad dancing sun rays tugged our…