Their horizon is darkened by missiles and the uncertainties of war.
The “displaced” Ukrainians protected in France since the start of the Russian invasion, almost six months ago, are condemned to (over)living from day to day.
2,000 or 3,000 km from their home, from the son in combat in the Donbass, from the "volunteer" husband to man a checkpoint in Odessa or from parents "too old" to take the roads of exile, they have eyes glued to their smartphones.
They are safe but paralyzed, fearing the announcement that a loved one has been injured in the forehead or victim of abuse.
They are waiting for peace, for the improbable time.
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