In the midst of a war memorial park in Kyiv there are a couple of bridge like structures worked into the park to give you the impression that you are underground. On either side of the sort-of tunnel that is created are bronze (?) statuary that, if it were painting, would be a mural. These are scenes from WW2. In the midst of the soldiers and partisans, the workers and farmers (this was the Soviet Union after all) is a lone figure.
I’ve seen her several times over the years, she always caught my eye, this matriarchal figure, but recent events made me realize that her heart is breaking again. She is still weeping.
