Ukraine’s call to start reconstruction before winter
In Moschun, one time a modest town with tidy streets, modern homes, and a calm rhythm of life, a mother named Luba carved out a living as a masseuse at a nearby health centre. Before the war, she balanced work with family, joy with routine. Her son was growing, and her elderly mother’s memory lingered in the back of her thoughts. Today, Luba moves through the ruins in gym clothes, her smile absent, eyes lowered as she steps over shattered dishes, scorched tools, and a floor layered in ash, lime, and metal. The home she once called hers has become a landscape of rubble where nothing stands, and so much feels irretrievably lost. The scene is stark, a quiet indictment of violence that reshaped a neighborhood in moments.