“I’m just scared of dying without you.” “I hear the sound of air raid siren as I’m passing by a café. Outside the door, a girl around 5 years old is rocking a stroller with a smaller child inside. As the siren becomes louder, she begins to cry, sobbing uncontrollably. I barely have time to ask what’s wrong when their mother comes out, holding croissants in her hands: – Why are you crying? What happened? – The siren, and you weren’t here! – But you know that I went in to buy you a croissant. It’s okay, here, take your croissant. The girl takes it, calms down a little, and then says: – I’m just scared of dying without you… “I’m just scared of dying without you,” says a five-year-old child! May they all be damned for making our children think and cry about such things. Every one of them.” Text by Lesia Sukhodolska