Pulsations of Dis/information: Diary of Kateryna Kobzdar, Lviv-Berlin, part 2
“I never thought I’ll be a refugee,” a colleague wrote in a Facebook group chat. Me neither. While the Ukrainian army and citizens bravely defend my homeland, I write this diary from Berlin. I check if my friends in Kyiv are fine by the green circle in the Facebook chat or through the “last seen” notification in Telegram. I can’t find the right words, emojis or stickers on how to respond to the incoming news. It’s hard to recall which day is it today and seems like a nightmare that must break at any moment.
