Due to the "covid19" "pandemic" narrative falling apart, and even the masses beginning to wake up to what is happening, and the UK and other countries cancelling most restrictions, there needs to be a replacement to achieve the long term ambitions of the elites, and continue towards global technocratic fascism with humanity linked via nanotechnology to a central all-knowing AI consciousness. Without an obvious new "variant" or alternative "pandemic" causing any immediate danger, now there is an evolving world war, beginning in Ukraine. Feel free to message me for more information, photos, videos and evidence for everything within this article. For some of my public photos and videos, feel free to check out anthonysewelldj on both TickTock and Instagram.

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Kyiv is an amazing place, I was living there for about 15 months to escape the “covid19” restrictions that were enforced in other countries. I never expected Putin to actually invade Ukraine, and if he did, it would be a blitzkrieg with Ukraine surrendering within days. As a result I lived there until Wednesday the 2nd of March, a week after the invasion began. Putin knows that the invasion of Ukraine could easily lead to a Third World War between Russia, China and the West, and he already has his nuclear arsenal including hypersonic missiles pointing at Western military installations and cities. Unlike Western "leaders", Putin has a KGB background and is certainly well educated, intelligent, and does not have others writing his speeches. Before this "special operation" begun, I actually liked him. Despite admiring Lenin and being close with Klaus Schwab of the World Economic Forum, he is considerably more rational and pro-western than others in the Russian parliament...many of his interviews with foreign "journalists" can be watched on Youtube, including with the English BBC. He is always in control and seems to know more than the person interviewing him, which is almost certainly true.

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Zhirinovsky of the LDPR party in Russia, predicted last year while speaking in the Duma that the Russian invasion of Ukraine would begin on the 22nd of February 2022, at 4AM. It seems he was basically correct, the Russian military entered Donetsk and Luhansk just hours after officially giving them "independence". Decrees published called for Russian “peacekeeping” missions to be sent immediately to the newly recognized territories. At the same time, Russian media was full of reports of “Ukrainian attacks.” As this region is not particularly important to Russia, it was likely that they would openly declare war and continue to Kyiv after, which they did.

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On February 23rd, my friend who works for the National Security and Defence Council of Ukraine told me at around 11AM that the skies were closing tonight over Ukraine at 10PM. In other words, all planes, aside from Ukrainian fighter jets and drones, would be shot down in Ukrainian airspace from 10PM onwards. I told a few other people including a friend who had a flight booked for the following morning, that his flight from Kyiv to London was going to be cancelled. He was not told by his airline that the flight was cancelled until around 1AM the next day. I also told everyone in the bar below my apartment that the war was beginning tonight, but no one believed me. And my friend who works for the National Security and Defence Council is basically right about everything, and she (plus my dad) had told me to leave Kyiv in December the previous year, due to Russia's military build up on the Ukrainian border. I didn't sleep, and at around 4AM in the morning I heard fighter jets, cruise missiles (it's difficult to tell the difference with only sound) and bomb sirens in my central Kyiv apartment. Kyiv’s airports and other military targets were taken out on the first night, and I expected the war to finish fast and tanks to appear in the city center within a few days. I decided that central Kyiv was the safest place, as surely the centre and Independence Square close to my apartment would be defended more than the suburbs, and there would only be incoming rockets and shells, as opposed to them coming from both sides. Also surely if Putin believed that Ukraine belonged to Russia and that Ukrainians were similar to Russians, he surely would not destroy it, or damage it’s historical buildings.

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On or after this first day of this invasion, Russian Spetsnaz, and their Zaslon/Alpha special forces reportedly entered Kyiv and embedded themselves within the Ukrainian population by wearing civilian clothes with the intention to assassinate or arrest leading political figures such as Zelenskyy. One of my friends who is usually an electronic music producer and guitar player, with the assistance of his dad and a friend, killed one of these Russian saboteurs. It is assumed also that small teams of Spetsnaz entered Ukraine before the beginning of the invasion with the mission of obtaining precise intelligence to plan special operations.

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After the first night of haunting air raid sirens and explosions (you must experience this to understand), martial law was enforced (rule by the military, regular curfews and everything closed except food shops) and I decided it would be better to stay around a friend’s house, as my apartment was next to the Kyiv Police HQ, possibly a military target. However, my friend from Scotland lived next to a bridge. Bridges are nearly always a strategic military target during a war. However my friend's insistence that the bridge was not a military target as it is in the East of Kyiv, across the river, and kind of on an island that goes from North to South, was enough to make me think it was safer there. And during a Russian invasion in a country where you don't really speak the language, it’s better not to be alone. So I headed towards the metro, which apparently was still working at the time. As I left my apartment and walked downstairs into the hallway, there were families with their bags, pets and children...as it was probably the safest area of the building in case a rocket landed nearby. A girl asked me to help her carry her suitcase down the stairs. As I left the building, I met the Brazilian owner of the bar below me, who was now leaving Kyiv. He pointed to the Kyiv police headquarters just a hundred metres away as the reason. I was sad a bit, as it was an underground bar that had survived the first and 2nd world wars, and I wanted it to be my bomb shelter during this Russian invasion. I walked to the nearby metro which was open. On the train, as it crossed the bridge overground above the river towards the Kyiv left bank (which is actually the right/east side of Kyiv), I looked into the uncertain and confused eyes of other people on the train. Innocent children with no understanding of global politics were now being invaded by Russia also. No one was really talking or panicking, everyone just looked a little confused and helpless...it was a really strange atmosphere that I will never forget and cannot explain in words. I looked through the windows into the distance to see if I could see planes or helicopters. I expected Russian tanks and soldiers to invade in the coming days, for Ukraine to surrender, and for Ukraine to remain pretty much as it was before, just now as a Russian province.

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However Ukraine under influence from their president Zelenskyy, are fighting back intensely. Ukraine is heavily influenced by America, and their deep state and private military contractors have a close connection with Ukraine, for obvious reasons, due to its location next to Russia. Putin wants Ukraine to never join NATO and demilitarize completely. However Ukraine as an independent country, does not wish to agree to this, and they know that demilitarization will just mean more attempted domination by Russia, so it's simply not an option. Most of the shelling in the Luhansk/Donetsk region against civilians is by rogue Ukrainian militias, however Russia are now the aggressors everywhere else. Many Russians and people in the alternative media think that Ukraine is full of "nazis". I lived there for 15 months and I never saw or met anyone with remotely similar beliefs. Nationalism is natural if you are situated between Russia and the West, it doesn't mean that you are a "nazi"...especially considering the German Nazis viewed slavic people as a lower race, and Bandera only supported them to assist with independence against Russia. If there are 1000 neo-nazis in Ukraine, which is for me a high estimate....this is 0.0000227 % of the total population. A reason to invade, rape hundreds of Ukranian girls and drive BM-21 Grad multi rocket launchers which can fire 40 rockets in 20 seconds close to Kyiv city centre? I think no.

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Outside my friend’s apartment on the bridge and next to it, Ukrainian snipers and soldiers with rocket launchers were building trenches and getting into positions. Armed volunteer civilians were waiting for Russians to advance across the bridge. A huge lorry, similar to a petrol tanker, parked in the middle of the bridge. We were unsure if this was to stop Russian tanks from coming across, or if the lorry was full of explosives in order to blow up the bridge, as Russian tanks approached. If the bridge was blown up, we would likely be blown up also, as our windows were only about 20 metres from the side of the bridge. We went to the local shop to stock up on supplies, including essential supplies such as a bottle of Bell's whisky that had a Great Britain flag on the box, which we then put against our window...some Ukrainians walking past saw it and commented, I have a video ; ) When you are being invaded by Russia, there isn't a better drink. Cash machines had totally stopped working already. In the evening before curfew began (as it was now martial law) we walked by the river and watched the sunset, it felt so peaceful...peace within the storm. I have rarely felt so relaxed in my life. Ironically it was actually a Russian Telegram channel that was giving me the most updated information about Kyiv curfew times and the primary locations of the Russian advance, which was centred around Hostomel airport, just to the north west of Kyiv. Facebook groups and friends were full of contradictory information, and I am banned from the main Kyiv Facebook group by a Ukrainian lady for offering free English lessons. I really wish I was not banned as during a Russian invasion, it's important to share information with others, but she doesn't care and never answers messages. Later that night and during the early morning, we could hear cruise missiles, regular bomb sirens, explosions and sometimes machine gun fire. Birds would fly over our apartment and dogs everywhere would bark shortly after we heard explosions. Some small groups of Russian special forces had apparently infiltrated near to the centre of Kyiv, but they had been destroyed. Kyiv apparently has one of the best air defence systems in the world, and lots of bomb shelters including their metro stations, one of which, Arsenal, is supposedly the deepest in the world.

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Queues for the local supermarket were getting longer and longer. Products such as alcohol were running out. The young girls working in these supermarkets...still scanning items during air raid sirens with chaos and long queues around them, were amazing. Each night, the biggest explosions were usually around 5AM and 6AM. Everything would shake. Explosions in the night would make the whole sky light up, similar to lightning. The feeling of helplessness is difficult to describe in words...it felt supernatural, uncontrolled and powerful, like something from beyond this planet. We moved mattresses against the windows to reduce the risk of being injured by exploding glass as the bridge was potentially blown up. One night when we saw an increased military presence on the bridge and explosions sounded near, I decided to sit in the corridor with my blanket and pilows...it felt safer away from the windows and it was slightly further away from the bridge, which I assumed would be either bombed by Russia or Ukraine. After spending 4 days and nights at my friend’s house considering about whether I stayed here or left, and waiting for him to potentially buy a car to head for the western border, I waited for bombings to end, gun shots to disappear and curfew to finish (curfew had lasted 2 days and ended on Monday morning, the 28th February - during curfew you were not allowed to leave your apartment or bomb shelter, if you were on the streets you would be perceived as an enemy and shot). One day previously I had gone for a short walk at the beginning of curfew to check out some basements, and 2 Ukrainian National Guard had walked past me and said something...I just replied "da" which means yes, and walked back to my friend's apartment. Luckily they didn't shoot me.

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After curfew finished, I decided to head alone across another bridge heading west, to go back to my apartment, to get more clothes and essential items. I literally only had my phones, debit cards, passport and one pair of clothes. Most people thought that you could not head across bridges during martial law. However I walked alone to where the bridge was, saw some supermarket queues about 300m long, found the correct bridge, and headed across.

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During all of this time, my friend who works for the National Security and Defence Council of Ukraine, was giving me advice about what to do next. She had advised me to leave Kyiv 3 months previously, but I was still there, walking across a bridge, in a country being invaded by Russia. I reached the end of the bridge where there was a military checkpoint. There were about 5 others crossing the bridge also. At the military checkpoint I showed my Australian passport, they checked my bag for explosives, and let me across.

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I was now on a main road, on river level, so it was quite a long way to my apartment in the centre, one of the highest areas of Kyiv, next to Podil. I walked alone for about 30 minutes next to the main road to Podil and heard a bomb siren, so headed into the metro for about another 30 minutes. There were ladies alone in the metro crying. But I noticed that the mothers or older sisters with children with them, never cried. The metro station had a kind of secret entrance and exit, so the local security with guns showed you how to get in and out. After about 30 minutes, I headed out and walked into the centre of Podil, before heading up the steep hill in the sun, to the area where my apartment is. People in Facebook groups had advised that there was fighting in the centre, but I saw and heard nothing. I headed to my apartment. It felt so safe there, and it’s in such a beautiful location, I didn’t want to leave. My fridge was a little empty so I headed to the local supermarket, where it took me about 4 hours to queue and buy stuff. I met an American guy who was also planning to stay in Kyiv, and members of the media, who were all staying at the nearby Intercontinental hotel. I bought some supplies in case shops would close soon, and headed back to my apartment. I heard from some people that there was going to be a big assault on Kyiv tonight...so after drinking some water, I decided to head to the nearest metro bomb shelter station to see how busy it was and what it was like, and to see if trains were working to maybe spend a few nights away from Kyiv. A friend said that metro stations were working still, so I headed to the nearest metro station with just a small bag of essentials in. I didn’t take my UK passport because I know Russians hate us, I only took my Australian one. I totally forgot water.

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In the entrance to the metro station I was searched, including pockets and shoes. I was also interviewed for about 3 minutes about who I was and why I was there. They let me go down to the metro station, Maidan, below Independence Square, the absolute centre of Kyiv.

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After spending about half an hour in there reading a book on the floor, my Australian friend messaged me to say that I should leave Kyiv now, the Islamic Chechnyans were coming and Russian tanks are surrounding the city, and that it was difficult to find trains. He had already left. There was about an hour until curfew began, and it would take about an hour to walk in the dark to the only train station in Kyiv where it was possible to take trains. I headed out of the station, but security said that no one is allowed to leave, so I went back down again. Another security searched me again and checked my passport for another time, in case I was a “saboteur” in his words. Then he brought me water, and a bag with bread, an egg, a tin of tuna, and Ukrainian cheese in. I was sitting alone on the floor, everyone else was with friends and family, except a few homeless people who were probably appreciating the free food and had nowhere else to go. Most other people also had blankets with them and pillows, I had nothing so I just sat on the hard floor and thought about what to do next. I heard lots of banging and strange sounds, but I didn’t really know what the sounds were.

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I couldn’t sleep, and at 7AM we were allowed to leave, as curfew finished. I spoke with one of the National Guard who spoke a little English, who told me that Kyiv was now surrounded by Russian BM21 Grad multi-rocket launchers. They can fire 40 rockets in just 20 seconds, have low accuracy, and instead rely on a large number of rockets dissipating over a wider military or civilian area. Putin in other words, was not particularly worried about hitting civilian buildings, as had been typical of previous Russian military operations in other countries. I headed out, checked for signs of fighter jets, helicopters, tanks and soldiers, and walked back to my apartment. It was snowy and icy. I went to my apartment and decided that I was either staying here, or leaving. The bomb shelter was not fun, and also a prison basically...I would rather die than spend another night alone on that hard floor with everyone except the security ignoring me. Everyone knew I had no blanket and was alone, still no one had asked if I was ok. So I took some essential clothes, my 2 phones, tooth brush, tooth paste, hair brush and passport, in 2 small bags, and headed in the snow towards the train station.

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The streets were mostly deserted, as Kyiv bombings seemed to be the most heavy between about 5AM and 7AM. I heard a bomb siren go off as I neared the train station just past the Hilton hotel...in the snow and totally alone, surrounded by tall grey Soviet buildings, it felt super haunting and spooky. I just carried on walking and ignored it, I didn’t know anywhere in this area that was a shelter.

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Eventually I arrived at the train station. It was busy, but not that busy. Maybe about 200 people. I managed to find a girl who worked there that spoke English. She gave me some advice which helped a bit. I waited about 3 hours and then I overheard an American guy asking a Ukrainian guy if this next train was to Lviv, I heard him reply yes. So I followed the American guy, who had a big suitcase. I had only 2 small bags so was more mobile, as I had left my laptop, keyboard and everything except my clothes and phones in my apartment. The train to Lviv was on the other side of the platform, people were running across the train tracks to get on it. I decided to do the same. The American guy however with his big suitcase and older age, was a bit slower and I’m not sure if he made it on. On the train our bodies were crushed. Then a few of the loudest men on the train ordered everyone to let women and children sit on the seats. I was already standing, but it caused some arguing among others and lots of moving around, which basically just crushed everyone. I didn’t speak because I was afraid that if people knew I was not Ukrainian, they would throw me off the train. When people spoke to me I just knodded my head, did nothing, and stayed silent. It's quite easy to guess what people are saying, just from their body language and tone of voice.

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Eventually it started moving and I felt more relaxed. As the train left Kyiv, I could see lots of Ukrainian soldiers and volunteer defence standing on roads and next to bridges, waiting for Russia’s advance. These are the people who saved Kyiv and also my life, as Russia hate English people more than Ukrainians for sure. I will love the Ukrainian National Guard and soldiers forever. The main weapons I saw were sniper rifles and rocket launchers. Also on this day and previous night, the Ukrainian military had apparently destroyed all of the BM-21 Grad Multi rocket launchers surrounding Kyiv, and the Alpha Group Special Forces of Ukraine (with historical Soviet training) ambushed and destroyed a convoy, composed of Chechnyan Kadyrovtsy paramilitary under the National Guard of Russia, in northern Kyiv around Gostomel heading into the city. On the train for 5 hours I was standing without hardly being able to move, but there was water at least. You just passed your bottle (luckily I had learnt from my experience in Maidan bomb shelter and actually had a water bottle this time) to the front of the train, everyone passed it onwards, then it would come back again a few minutes later with water inside. It was quite annoying as every few minutes you would be passing water bottles to the person next to you. But at least there was water and it was something to do.

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After 5 hours of this, a friendly Ukrainian guy in a seat near me offered me his seat, and I began talking with him and his friends. One of the girls gave me bread and some eggs, that she had brought with her. The next 2 hours were much more fun, having someone to talk to makes a big difference. They were going to a friend’s apartment in Lviv, I was still unsure if I was going to stay in Lviv for a while, or head for the border.

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As soon as I arrived in Lviv, it was about 11pm and I needed to sleep, as I hadn't slept the previous night in the bomb shelter or on the train. This was now the worst part of my journey. The station was so busy, you could not move. I decided to look for a hotel, and walked to one, but it was closed. Because of Martial Law, they were not allowed to open. I was so sleepy but I had to do something. All of the information on the screens in the station made no sense and was totally wrong. There was an information point. I queued for about 2 hours and when I spoke to someone, they just said “no speak English”. I just wanted to find out about when trains to Slovakia, Hungary or Poland were. Around 80% of people in the train station looked foreign (as in not Ukrainian). It was like a refugee camp. There were Red Cross tents outside. I went into one to consider sleeping there, and they were full of people who looked Syrian or like gypsies, and all were men, who stared at you when you looked in. There were 2 rooms in the station that seemed to have heating, this was where everyone was sleeping. I remember walking around the station for hours to find somewhere to sit, but it was impossible. I sat on the cold outside platform until the morning, it was the only place I could find that was free and away from all of these people, most of whom were certainly not Ukrainian and looked like they had travelled from Africa or the Middle East to get access into Europe, and were trying to steal bags and passports from others. It was a crazy experience. Lots of people were lost in the station and didn’t understand what to do. I was one of them. When the morning came, volunteers were handing out food, but I didn't want any. I tried queueing to buy a ticket, it took so long. I messaged people on Facebook to ask them how to find a train outside of Ukraine, but I didn't have enough batteries and there were ridiculous queues for the charging points in the station, and I was banned from the most important groups. It was such an unpleasant experience and I was so cold that I bought a ticket back to Kyiv, and almost got back on the train so I had somewhere to sleep. I had already been at this station for about 25 hours, mostly in queues, walking aimlessly around and trying to find somewhere to sit, when finally I found out where the secret trains to Poland left from, platform 4 on both the left side of the station and right side. But on the screens, it said something completely wrong. Anyway, I found out the queue was for Poland by asking some people in the queue, many of whom didn't know for sure but assumed it was going to Poland...but no one knew where in Poland. There was no way to buy a ticket so everyone assumed it was free. Ukrainian people seemed less confused than foreign people, it seems that they had been given correct information, which was kept secret from foreigners.

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So after waiting about 3 hours in the queue, one of the national guard people asked me a question in Russian as I walked past him. I didn't understand so I just said "Da", which means yes and worked before when I was looking for a basement during curfew. He recognized immediately that I wasn't Ukrainian, so he told me to wait in a caged off area, to the left of the main queue. In this caged area (it's like a metallic fence to shoulder level) there were African and Asian people, I seemed to be the only white person. Eventually as more people arrived, women and children were given priority, it seemed that some Ukrainian men were also allowed through. Anyway, after waiting ages in the caged area and seeing old ladies and old men walk past us with their dogs and ignoring us as though we were nothing, they let a few foreign people out of the cage. On the train platform, we had to show our passports, and they let a few people on the train but not me. One of the National Guard who seemed reasonably friendly unlike the others, recommended that I take a taxi to the border as it was going to be difficult to make it on one of the trains. Anyway as the train was free (as in price), I decided to go back and wait for the next one.

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So after about another hour, I found another queue on the right side of the station, also apparently going to Poland. Somewhere in Poland. A Nigerian guy was first in the queue, I was 2nd. The same National Guard were working on this train also, and they immediately recognized me and the Nigerian guy, and moved us to the cage again. The same thing happened as we watched all of the Ukrainian people go through, while we were kept in the cage. At one point I saw a guy who sounded like he had a German accent, make up a story to the guard saying that he had to get his bag from his Ukrainian girlfriend/wife, who had been let through. So they let him through and he went into the queue ahead, in front of the national guard and the cage where we were. After about 10 minutes, the national guard guy remembered about him, the German guy complained and there was a fight...I never saw him come back, so I have no idea what happened to him, I assume they took him out of a different exit/entrance. People were complaining that this was against human rights and racist to only allow Ukrainian people on the trains. So after being 2nd for about another 3 hours in the queue, I had to go back and wait for the next one again. After we were turned back once again, some Chinese people destroyed the cage when the national guard had moved onto the platform, and ran away with it.

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Eventually around 8AM I found another queue, apparently also going to Poland, somewhere. Now there were different national guard working. There was no cage this time, because the Chinese guys had stolen it. Anyway, in this queue it was crazier than the previous ones...everyone was pushing and shoving like their lives depended on it. Especially a group of Chinese looking people who were behind me on the left, maybe they were the same ones who stole the cage. They seemed to be pushing everyone as a way to protest that no one was letting them on the trains. The next 2 or 3 hours were totally crazy. Everyone was pushing in, especially old ladies and these Chinesey guys. Old people kept asking me to help them carry their bags. And they had dogs and cats with them. The national guard were shouting constantly, telling everyone not to push. Anyway these 2 or 3 hours were total hell, I was basically hallucinating after not sleeping for the previous 3 nights. Eventually I made it through the checkpoint, I helped an old lady with her huge bag, and went onto the platform. I thought I had made it, but I still hadn't. On the platform was a scary tatooed, very masculine looking national guard lady, with another lady and a man. The scary looking lady said something in Russian. I saw that they were checking passports, so I showed them my Australian one. The scary looking lady then pushed me away, with such force that I almost knocked an old lady over. The male national guard next to her, who actually looked at my passport, then infomed her that I was Australian and didn't understand Russian. Anyway, apparently she had told everyone, about 6 of us in this group, to get in a queue. So I got in the queue. I showed my passport, was asked a few questions about why I had overstayed the 3 month visa free period by a year, then they let me on the train.

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Once on the train, each carriage had 2 bunk beds in, as is common in Soviet countries. I found one with a man alone in, who looked reasonably friendly...and I went onto the top bunk bed. More people came into the carriage, luckily because I was on the top bunk, it was all mine...but on the lower bunk, there were 4 people on each side. On the upper bunk next to mine, arrived a young Ukrainian girl, Marina, who spoke English, so I talked with her. She was from Kharkiv and was leaving all of her friends and family behind. She had seen front line warfare and tanks, and was crying lots. She had also been alone in the train station/refugee camp for hours. After about an hour of talking, Marina opened her bag and she had a beautiful cat inside who had been totally quiet during the whole journey, sleeping. She called her mum and started crying again, I decided to try and sleep for the first time in 4 days. I couldn't sleep deeply, but slept a bit. After waking, I asked Marina if she knew yet where the train was going. No one knew...but it was believed to be somewhere in Poland. Google maps showed that we were heading North West of Lviv, so it seemed like we were heading to the north of Poland. I was afraid about being taken to a refugee camp, as I had been told that they sometimes take away your passport and once there, it's difficult to leave.

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This train had a toilet but no water. None of the taps worked, only the water that flushed the toilet. I had none. Luckily for me, Marina gave me some of hers. She knew only one person in Poland, a Russian guy, Sergey, who she worked remotely with, who she had never met before in person. He lived in Krakow. She also was afraid to go to a refugee camp, especially after both of our experiences at Lviv train station, and she managed to get him to agree to come to wherever we were taken, but we still didn't know. We literally wanted to escape from the train as fast as possible, as soon as it stopped somewhere in Poland. We agreed that we both would, as soon as we had a chance to.

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Eventually the train stopped in a Polish military base, just across the border. We changed our Ukrainian sim cards to roaming, and luckily they worked still. First Ukrainian border control came on to check everyone's passports, then later Polish border patrol. The Polish border patrol gave us tea and food...mine was some kind of stew and rice. I hadn't eaten anything for ages but didn't even feel hungry. After about 4 or 5 hours of passports being checked, they let us stand in the train corridor, near to the open door. There were Ukrainian security/border control guards, telling everyone not to leave the train. I had no idea what was going on, the only person in my carriage who seemed to speak English, was Marina. She managed to find our exact location, message her Russian friend, and ensured that we would be allowed to get off the train at this military base. Everyone else however was now being taken to a refugee camp, where they would be officially registered as a refugee, be given some kind of mattress somewhere, a Polish sim card, and Polish money. I could have also gone and be registered, but I was afraid, so me and Marina were eventually allowed to leave the train. In our short journey of around 200 metres to the military base exit, around 20 to 30 Polish soldiers and police literally looked at us, staring us in the eyes, as we left the train and walked towards the entrance/exit. No one searched our bags, but I had never seen this much security before, and they all seemed to be focused on who was leaving this train. Anyway, we had about 2 or 3 hours to wait in the cold for Sergey. We took it in turns to carry the cat in the bag, who was still sleeping ; ) Both of us wanted to hug her, and not leave her sleeping on the cold ground. While we were waiting by the entrance, a Polish lady saw us, and asked us what we were doing. She invited us to her office, which was alone, next to the railway line. Apparently her job was to film the trains leaving and arriving, or some kind of security, but neither of us really understood. Anyway, we sat down with her...she didn't really speak English, but ordered some Polish children's food for us, juices, and fruit. And she loved the cat...she even did a video call with her daughter, while we were there, to show her the sleeping refugee cat.

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Eventually Sergey arrived...the Polish lady helped to guide him to the military base, which was not easy to find and basically in the middle of nowhere. So I was being saved from the Russian invasion of Ukraine, by a Russian guy and a Ukrainian girl. He drove us to Krakow, it took around 5 hours I think. He called his girlfriend and she found me a hotel, close to where they lived.

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It was really difficult living in Krakow, where everyone is happy, and you are worried about your friends, who are either now fighting Russian soldiers, or also refugees with no job or home. A few months after arriving in Krakow, I met an American marine in a hostel, who had volunteered in Eastern Ukraine, to fight against Russia. He literally had just left, and was still wearing his military uniform. He showed me photos and told me that there are many different militias in Ukraine being funded by different private backers and oligarchs. It's not as simple as Ukraine against Russia. He had worked with Azov and many other militias and battalions. This war is being manipulated to happen by powerful forces, it's not just Putin.

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As it was difficult living in Krakow without my laptop and suitcase, 2 months later after Ukraine had thwarted Russia's initial blitzkrieg attempt at invading Kyiv, I returned there again by train from Krakow. I was allowed into Ukraine even though I had previously overstayed my 90 day visa free period by about a year. The girl I was travelling with told the border guards that we were together and getting married, and it worked. At Kyiv train station, I had my passport checked multiple times, sometimes I was asked questions...but I just answered "Anglieski", which means English...and generally if they didn't speak English, they just let me through. Some people were getting their phones searched, but they let me through without checking it. We began walking to my apartment, then found out that Bolt was working, so we ordered one. One of the roads we took was blocked by hedgehogs (spiky things for destroying Russian tanks), so we changed route. That evening there were bomb sirens around 4pm. Everything was fine in my apartment, the plants were somehow still alive. The next day, we went to a church, watched a Ukrainain girl have a photo shoot on Independence Square next to a hedgehog, and even went to a bar, some were open. Yet earlier that morning, multiple train stations, around 5am, had been hit by Russian cruise missiles. And this was the day that we were heading back to Krakow by train. I felt like staying in Kyiv longer as it felt really relaxing and the sun was shining...but we headed back anyway. This was the last time that I felt happy. On the return journey, the train stopped at a train station close to Vinnytsia that had been bombed about 12 hours previously. At the station, around 11pm there was a long bomb siren. Long bomb sirens are when there is a very high risk of a dangerous explosion or missile/rocket attack, bomb sirens with gaps between them are a lower risk (but it still usually means that a plane, rocket, missile or shell has been fired or launched). It was dark and this was a long continuous one, so it was scary a bit. Luckily we survived and eventually made it to Poland, where they checked everything in my suitcase, and allowed me back in.

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This is bigger than just Russia and Ukraine…it’s the initial stage of the Great Reset as promoted by Klaus Schwab's World Economic Forum (of which Putin was a member until the war started) to destroy our current societal paradigm. Putin is a massive admirer of Lenin, and Klaus Schwab has a statue of him in his office. World war is likely and the solution to this chaos and destruction will be a one world government, digital currency, humanity linked to artificial intelligence and a Chinese style social credit system where every aspect of our life is controlled and monitored, within a global 5G/Starlink augmented IOT subreality.

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