Why is my life considered more important than a Ukrainian life? Why am I considered more important than the people I meet in Ukraine, who — even in the darkest times — still often extend such kindness and hospitality that you can't help but fall in love with this country? This isn’t just an opinion; it’s a fact beyond these borders, simply because I am not Ukrainian. Nights ago, I met with a friend. As we sat in a cafe on Kyiv’s Khreshchatyk Street, the air raid sirens went off. It was hard not