Day 801
No good news to report from Ukraine, except maybe the weather and Easter.
Alessio Mamo was in the neighborhood the other day, waiting for women to climb up steps from the Zverynetska metro. I would have taken him to see the spruced-up Acid Scout mural a block away, but I was downtown.
Luke in his article, titled “‘I love my country, but I can’t kill’: Ukrainian men evading conscription. As the war stretches on indefinitely, there are few eager recruits and Kyiv’s armed forces are short of soldiers,” paints a bleak picture about the failed forced conscription campaign.
Men, in fact, are in abundance, but maybe not in these photos. I can only count three.
It’s hard to imagine why any military draft anywhere would be successful in the 21st century, unless, of course, your continued survival depends on it, which in Ukraine it definitely does. Z and his five or six top managers talk about the failed campaign rarely, preferring instead to complain about not receiving enough promised guns and ammo on time.
