A lonely man. A lonely country

If there is one man on this planet whose shoes I would never want to be in, it is Volodymyr Zelensky.

Yesterday, I was reading the news about Donald Trump's press conference. I had to check multiple sources because I simply couldn't believe my eyes.

What shocked me most was realizing that the country I had believed (since 1945) to be the guardian of certain values has now, somehow, switched sides.

Predictability, trust, sympathy… all gone.

The worst part of this entire situation?

We live in a world where words alone shape reality. Truth is irrelevant. Morality is negotiable.

Say something loud enough, and people will follow.

I cannot imagine what a Ukrainian soldier on the front lines must be feeling today. Betrayal has many faces, but this?

This must be unbearable.

Let’s remind ourselves of the cost:

That soldier has lost 80,000 comrades, 80,000 lives erased. 400,000 more wounded.

A nation protecting itself, at the cost of 12,500 civilians. Among them, 700 children.

Six million people forced to flee their homes not by choice, but by invasion.

And why?

Because Ukraine wanted to make a legitimate, sovereign decision.

The entire world saw it happen, broadcasted on every screen, dissected in every headline.

Ukraine was not invaded by its own will, nor by some abstract historical grievance. It was invaded by the decision of one man. A man whose people were never truly given a say, because in his country, free elections have been a distant memory since 1999.

A man who silences dissent not with reasoned debate, but with prison cells, poison, and the cold efficiency of assassination squads.

And now, I see the leader of a country that once lost 417,000 soldiers fighting against tyranny… showing admiration for a man who is, in every way, the modern embodiment of that same evil.

It must be unbearable to be Zelensky today.

I see Trump calling him a dictator, accusing him of destroying his own country, betraying his own people.

Just because Trump says it.

I would love to see Europe rise, not with weapons, not even with action, but at the very least with a voice.

One voice strong enough to remind the world that Zelensky could have fled on day one.

He could have walked away, lived a life of comfort. Instead, he stayed.

And now, those who are still in the trenches watch as former allies turn their backs on them, while the rest simply say nothing.

There are moments in history where we are asked to stand not for everything, not for every cause, but for the principles that define who we are.

Standing beside a nation invaded at the heart of Europe by a man who, if given the chance, will not stop here, should be one of those moments.

Because doing nothing is not neutral.

Looking away does not absolve you.

I hope that I will see someone who represent the rest of the world or part of it rise, not for war, not for escalation, but to tell the people of Ukraine that they are not alone.

That their sacrifice was not for nothing.

That when peace comes, it will not be dictated to them, but shaped with them.

Because if this is the world order we are now accepting, then in a few years, I won’t even want to be in my own shoes.