Unimaginable horror
русский корабль, иди нахуй! 'I can’t even imagine what you’re going through.’ ‘I can’t even imagine what it’s like.’ These sentences, or a variation of them, have featured in most of the emails I’ve sent and received in the past month or so. As clichéd as it is, it has to be said because it’s so true. I truly can’t imagine what some of my friends are going through. I truly can’t imagine the unspeakable horrors happening right now. My grandmother used to tell me stories about Belfast being bombed by the Germans during World War II. She was a teenager at the time, and the tales she told me about fleeing to bomb shelters in the middle of the night and the bombs exploding around her and the house just across the road that got bombed were simultaneously fascinating yet terrifying. I couldn’t even imagine the reality. From afar, with the passage of time, it was so distant that I could barely comprehend how shocking it must have been. It seemed like more of an epic adventure. Spend...