The meningitis caused sepsis which led to necrosis (death of the body tissue). Wounds began to appear on my body that looked like burns. I was transferred to another hospital with a burn unit. Then the worst news came. They had to do an amputation.
As we choose our paths in life, other paths evaporate. I cannot know what might have happened to me on those other paths. I would choose this one again and again. If I could speak to my younger self today, I would say, “Gaby, you are about to emigrate. Do not suffer, because I will take care of you.”
While treatment and containment formed a major part of my daily work, sometimes it would just involve talking to the person. Considering the distress they have been through, some people just need to talk, narrating to us what happened to them or what worries them.
Headed home late at night from the center of Tirana, someone grabbed me. I did not see it coming. A fist slammed into my face and knocked me to the ground. Blood dripped out of my lip as the culprits ran away. I reported the crime, but the authorities found no suspects.
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When the explosion occurred, my brother fell 20 meters down the mine, but his helmet and lamp remained on top. I started moving the stones, looking for my brother. I could not see him. Everything was dusty and dark.
The mine was an unimaginable situation; the hammers and explosions created unbearable amounts of dust, all of which you breathed in. There was no water. When you came out, black dust coated you completely.
I feared being bombed and couldn’t sleep all night. I kept drifting off sitting in a chair, then shooting back awake. While my dad slept, I stayed up so if sirens went off, one of us would hear it.
I huddled in the sewer for four hours, surrounded by dirt and stench, flies biting me all over. I knew the Taliban men had come to kill me.
As we fled, I harnessed my adrenaline and continued to alert the world to my experiences and fundraise to aid other Africans trying to escape Ukraine. I created threads documenting the ordeal and resources to help refugees and fact-check information being shared about the war.
Energy, tenderness, and joy united in the performances, reflecting the atmosphere and aesthetic of our theater. Every time the students danced, I saw a little glint light up their eyes. The energy of that glint grew into a bright flame of passion that spread among the hall that day.
I feel like I can’t reconcile the two halves of my heritage. I have a lot of Spanish in me, in my character, and in my way of acting. I also have a lot of Albanian. Those two parts of me are always in conflict.
College student and Orato journalist Yuliia Rudenko details 18 days in war zone
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