My son’s name is Danylo. When the Russian army started bombing Ukraine, our family had to leave our home in a big city in the east and start a new life in a remote mountain village in western Ukraine. Our financial situation is very bad, but I can survive, I just want to help my son. He goes to the local school. The school is very friendly, although very old. The school is in dire need of repair. Because of the war, no one can take care of this school. All children from this small village go there.
Danylo likes his new friends. School pupils still have to sit in the bomb shelter very often. School teachers organize many school activities and plays in our assembly room. Danylo takes part in these concerts with pleasure, because he likes to sing and dance even though this room has no curtains, no microphones, no speakers, no screen, no chairs. Children bring chairs from their classrooms to watch the plays. Danylo says: “I dream of singing and dancing for you in a beautiful ballroom. When the war is over, you too can come to our concerts. I dream that my new school will have everything I need, like all schools in big cities before the war. I would like to study with my classmates in warm and cozy modern classrooms and forget the word “war”.