Svitlana Holopoba is 84 years old and as a child spent a year on death row where she watched her parents being tortured during the Nazi occupation of Ukraine. She was held hostage by the Romanian army until a Soviet soldier freed her. She now lives in Odessa and challenges Putin and his lies about his country: “Am I a Nazi? Do you see me looking like a Nazi? ”, She said a few days ago at the liberation celebration, which had to be done this year a day earlier due to the threat of bombing by Russian troops.
Marina returns home from Moldova to Odessa although she has not yet recovered from the stress of not being able to take a shower without the bombing alarm sounding and on her mobile she has photos of murdered friends or of the rubble of Mariupol under the martyrdom of the bombing attacks. Russian troops. She wants to go back home, even if she is off to war.
In Bucha, in front of a grave, the neighbors count the executions, kidnappings and the destruction of their houses at the hands of the Russian troops. What they say is very similar to the horrors that other citizens recount about the month of terror in Bucha. Galina and Irina, two septuagenarian women who are still at home, show their destroyed homes and remember the threats of the Russian soldiers to cut out their tongues if they spoke or left the basement or how they saw the murder of civilians in the middle of the street.
The facts are sacred. Opinions, often absurd. These are some facts from the chronicles written by our reporter Gabriela Sánchez from Ukraine, accompanied by the essential photographs of two other great reporters, Olmo Calvo and Edu León. Gabriela is the same extraordinary reporter who has told you with the same dedication and delivery of the anger of the Saharawi refugees at the change in position of the Spanish Government, the health exclusion of migrants in the Community of Madrid, the refusal to vital treatment of people with HIV, the exploitation of Latin American day laborers even within a government pilot program, the illegal expulsion of Moroccan minors, the struggle of a wheelchair basketball player to flee Afghanistan, the abandonment of Spanish interpreters at the hands of the Taliban, the complaints criminalization of unaccompanied minors, the Government’s lurching in immigration policy, the deaths of people trying to cross the sea to reach Europe, the beating of a Cameroonian at the Melilla fence who denounced Spain in Strasbourg and the conditions unhealthy conditions of the migrant camps in the Canary Islands. These are just some of her latest and valuable stories that have two basic aspects of the journalistic profession in common with her current work: respect for the facts and denouncing human rights violations.
The facts are sacred. On Ukraine, on Afghanistan, on Morocco, on the Sahara, on the Canary Islands, on Madrid. If you believe it, you are in the right place.