There should be responsibility. There should be just peace. His mother was wounded in the same attack, and the family’s home was damaged. Those who would like to support the family can do so via PayPal: [email protected] Photo @libkos and from the family archive.

In September 2026 alone, there were 235 air alerts in Kyiv. Schools, hospitals, universities, infrastructure, and residential buildings were under deliberate Russian attacks. Hundreds of civilians were injured. Around thirty were killed. Danya was one of them.

He never finished that thought. A Russian drone reached his room first. You can see the drops of blood on his school notebook. Today, Daniel was laid to rest in Israel, where his grandparents live.

There is a terrible symbolism in what Daniel was writing at the moment his life was taken. A 14-year-old boy was trying to put into modern words a centuries-old principle: the strong must not be allowed to destroy the weak.

Daniel never finished his home assignment. At around 8 a.m., a Russian het drone struck his apartment building in the center of Kyiv. Daniel was killed in his room. Among the wreckage of the family’s apartment, his school notebook remained open.

He wrote about respecting others, protecting the vulnerable, helping orphans, and other basic human principles.

He was writing about Volodymyr Monomakh, a ruler of Kyivan Rus, and his moral teachings written almost nine centuries ago. The assignment asked Daniel to think about how those principles might be understood today.

This is the unfinished homework of 14-year-old Daniel Umansky. On the morning of September 25, Daniel was sitting in his room in Kyiv, doing his homework.

How do they plan to repay this "gift" from Putin's oligarch?

Because besides the exhaustion, there is also a great deal of love. And even though this love is often quite harsh, it’s precisely this harsh love that pulls us all through.

And you know, I’m very glad to be coming home. Yes, I can’t stop the Russian missiles and drones that are destroying homes, hospitals, and schools. But it’s a very human desire to be around people you love, even in danger, just to share it with them.

Holding on takes a significant concentration of strength, and this is already the 6th year of the invasion - everyone is noticeably exhausted, so we’ll just have to adapt to the air raid siren wailing nonstop.

Russia terrorizes the city day and night, deliberately striking civilian targets. I read a post from a friend of mine: “Tell me this will end and everything will be fine. Even if you have to lie.”

Despite the distance, all these days I was in the same information space as my native Kyiv. And I could physically feel the tension growing there.

Last night, at the hotel in the room next door, someone moved furniture, and my whole body flinched. I know a lot of self-regulation techniques, but it’s hard to explain to your body that you’re safe. I couldn’t fall asleep for a long time after that.

I was on an advocacy trip abroad, where I could sleep at night without explosions above my head and didn’t have to carry a tourniquet in my bag in case of massive bleeding. But we still carry everything with us regardless.

We have the best people in the world working in air defense. But we don't have the missiles to protect ourselves. Trump changed his mind about giving us a license so that Ukraine could make these missiles itself. And my favorite city Kyiv is covered in craters like these.