My name is Anastasiya, I was born in a small Ukrainian city of Yalta on the Crimean peninsula. My school, people’s car plates, and government buildings carried the Ukrainian flag. Most of my friends, my family and I spoke Russian, but it didn’t matter - we all felt like the two nations were like a family. History decided otherwise. Fast forward a few decades, and Russia attacked Ukraine. Seeing the two nations I consider my own at war with each other, with family and friends having to hide at...