Is there a place for love and compassion in the basements of Mariupol destroyed by the Russians? Can gratitude for the time with a loved one be greater than the grief of losing them in the war? What gives you the strength to support people who have just escaped from the occupation, when at these very moments your son is going through hell at Azovstal? And what does it feel like to bring a child into this world when there is shelling outside the window and no electricity or wa...
