There is a routine, I imagine typical: I found an Instagram account called withukraine. I scroll through it several times a day, first thing in the morning and last thing at night. In the morning before I get up, I read the New York Times, the Washington Post, and the Wall Street Journal, the first thoroughly, the second and third mainly on Ukraine, politics, and business. Sometimes I read until I feel heartened; sometimes I let the blast of awful news hit me.
Conversation with an Israeli friend who has family in Slovakia, Ukraine, and Israel offered perspective. Family members want to stay in Europe so that they can return to their homes–if–she says, shrugging. The Ukrainian and Slovakian communities in this country are sending supplies and organizing whatever support they can. The Israelis in her family are caught between anguish over Ukraine and the rise of attacks on Israelis at home. She ran a half marathon this weekend as a way to cope. We talked about the guilt we were feeling and how to address it.