The Ukrainian Privilege
written by: Aurora Kastanias
“This is no discussion, you need to leave,”
Says the husband to his wife, as shells
Are dropped nearby, blasts and black smoke
She cries, taking her ten-months baby girl
A toy, her pacifier, two coats and a few clothes.
“I can’t describe how it feels, it’s horrible,”
She tells the reporter from her German refuge,
“I had to leave him behind,”
She cries, she was not given a choice
He stayed to fight, she fled to survive.
“At least now my kid has the privilege
To sleep, well, not to hear these bombs
These explosions and people cry.”
Born from a Greek, British, Ghanaian father and a Persian mother, I grew up in Rome, where my parents fled to during the Iranian Revolution. The passion for the art of writing led me to earn a Baccalaureate in Literature, being ever since influenced by French 17th and 18th century authors.
While studying for my BA in Business Administration, at an American University in Rome, I further got enchanted by 19th century existential authors as well as European ‘absurdism’ and the Theatre of the Absurd.
It was only after my MBA that I started writing more seriously, giving space to my true passions. In recent years I have written two existential novels in Italian. In recent months I have started studing astrophysics and writing poems in english, which finally brings me here.
While studying for my BA in Business Administration, at an American University in Rome, I further got enchanted by 19th century existential authors as well as European ‘absurdism’ and the Theatre of the Absurd.
It was only after my MBA that I started writing more seriously, giving space to my true passions. In recent years I have written two existential novels in Italian. In recent months I have started studing astrophysics and writing poems in english, which finally brings me here.
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