the author’s blanket

Wild days at war

Aimee Fenech
2 min readApr 17, 2022

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The weekend has flown by with family gatherings, meeting friends, catching up with the past here in Malta and at the same time scrambling with Anton to find Spanish learning resources for refugees back in Lanjaron and Durcal, planning the fundraiser coming up on the 1st of May and promoting it. Dealing with event bookings for the art collective, doing some paid work…

My brain in melting with so much going on. I have barely had any time for myself at all and yet here I am late on Sunday trying to find time to ground myself a little.

While my family and friends here in Malta continue happily with their life, my friends in Ukraine remain in hell. The divide is so big that I feel like I am performing Olympic sized jumps between the two. Cocktails for lunch, tears while browsing, laughter at the table, depression in the pillow.

Staring at the news sites and the facebook groups nothing but horror at what is going on in Mariupol and in the East. In Poland a lot of posts for help to relocate refugees, find schools for children, employment for parents and psychological assistance for those suffering. Many women with their children are leaving to go back into Ukraine because to feel alone and deal with unemployment and children as a single parent whilst your partner and the men in your life are far away and perhaps in danger is just too much to cope with.

Anton’s family is finally considering coming to Spain, we wait every day for their final decision so that we can help them make that happen.

My friend in Chernihiv has been silent all weekend, I am anxious.

The world is a mad place.

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Aimee Fenech

#permaculture practitioner, teacher and designer, co-founder of #ecohackerfarm, writer, project manager and activist get in touch mail@aimeefenech.com