This article is published in issue 1 of Vanity Fair on newsstands until January 3, 2023
There is only one place I would like to be on the last day of this year and that place is Ukraine. I don’t know if it also happens to you that the more you go on the more you care about the meaning of things, a bit like when we were 18. There is a whole piece of life, between 18 and 50-60 years, in which one is hostage, even happily eh, of everything there is to do, more than of who we are. Studying, working, raising children for those who have them, finding a place in the world: things that take a lot of time, effort, care, dedication. It is the construction of our life, of our home, of our family, years that pass quickly and passionately, dotted with rituals, birthdays, Christmases, holidays, raises, layoffs, deaths, quarrels, lost and found friends, separations, divorces, illnesses , new loves. It takes a lifetime to become yourself, the selves you intuited you were at 18, even though you didn’t know then that it was true that we were. Back when we knew it was super important to be in one place over another, for all that it meant to our soul, I would say. We would have killed ourselves rather than spend New Years with our parents. Or birthday without friends. Christmas, that was nice to spend with family, for a day, even if we didn’t quite know why. Growing up, unless we were fervent Catholics, when even the smallest of the family stopped believing in the old man with the beard, we began to feel the weariness of an empty rite, and not just because there is little to celebrate, that wanting to celebrate there is always, even just being alive. This year, for example, I feel very strongly the discomfort of living only 1,625 kilometers (as the crow flies) from a place that could be where we were born. Because it could be us, who have lost everything. To have
the family destroyed, the future destroyed, the country destroyed, in the cold, and trying to survive it all, day after day. There is only one place where it seems to me that it makes sense to be in these holidays, in heart or body, and that place is the Ukraine.
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