I've never had so many illusions about the internet: At the same time online life promotes wonderful interactions that could never been possible before, it opens up every sort of human behavior and offers a stage to them, giving a light to those who would not dare to come in public decades ago.

I was perfectly aware of that when I've started a Twitter account in March, which was one of the most suprising and welcoming experiences of my life thanks to the wonderful friends I've been in contact since then. Unfortunately, like everything in the world, there will always be the trolls, the haters, and devotees of some stupidity cult.

Nothing that will take my sleep away, but earlier I received this message:

And nothing that he deserves, but I thought about elaborating a reply to him, for extension making it public to everyone who could occasionaly be in his position.

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I was separating his answer by topics and writing and writing, but I'll take it simple: I work since I was 16 years old and I've never stopped working since then. The war took me away from my city and from my family, but even somewhere I've never been before, I managed to get every sort of work these five months. I worked in a bakery, in a hospital, in three humanitarian organizations, in a cargo company, and also in two crops in the outskirts of the town doing hard agricultural work which I've never done before.

Sometimes I accumulated some from these at the same time at the expense of my sleep and my body, but I've always remained active and productive. Wages were always a fraction from the amount I usually made as designer in Kyiv before the war, but I didn't have options. I had to cover my personal expenses, the rent of our apartment in Kyiv and also send something to my refugees wife and son in Poland.

It must be mentioned that my volunteering position in the Army is exactly what the name suggests because I don't receive a single kopiika (cent) for it despite my obligatory registration and enlistment (it's not a complain, I perceive it as my duty as a Ukrainian)

The donations we could kindly receive here, in the place of making me feel ashamed, rather make me proud. All the resources from my blog were always directed to my wife and were a real lifeline to my family at several moments during the war. They were barely having resources to buy food in March, and Ukraine's weak currency is never enough to convert in reasonable Polish Zlotys.

For this help, we the Kravchuks will always be grateful and will never forget.

We Ukrainians are a people who know the value of the hard work and believe everything of importance in life only can come from it. I have to admit I was ashamed to ask for financial help, but I do understand that times of war requires a special mindset so we need to think further.

Everyday I still think about how I could retribute to the world such immense generosity we've been receiving. One way certainly is to testify and keep on writing about our reality here, and I want to write much more. But I feel I can do even more, and please let me know about any ideas I could develop.