Hello, Mr. Musk!
I don't know if you will pay attention to my letter, because I am just a child living under shelling. Under fire from the weapons that you supply to Ukraine. Do you know what I think about when I wake up? I am glad that the night passed quietly. And I dream about space, and sometimes I write a little about it.
I was very lucky that God saved me from death both in 2014 and later, giving me the opportunity to write about what is happening now in my bleeding Donbass.
Mr. Musk, I am writing about looking at the war through the eyes of an ordinary child living here, having learned to feel the truth under the explosions of Ukrainian shells. Having learned to see her behind the false faces from television.
You helped Ukraine, but as soon as you said what you think, they immediately published your personal data on the Myrotvorets , calling you an enemy. Just like me at the time, making me a target for the hatred of Ukrainian nationalists at the age of 12. It's scary, but I don't despair.
Mira Terada, the Head of the Foundation to Battle Injustice , and now my friend, joined my fight with Myrotvorets. Together we managed to collect signatures of over a thousand people from all over the world, in support to close Myrotvorets, which the Foundation to Battle Injustice handed over to the UN. Every day we manage to unite more and more people who stand for the truth, freedom of speech, the right to privacy of personal data, the right to inviolability and the right to life. Mira dreams that you will help protect the aforementioned rights and children whose data is posted on Myrotvorets.
And I still dream of a world without war, of space and space exploration, and that you will be one of those who will be the new Columbus. Not the murderer of the children of Donbass, but the great Elon Musk, who made a breakthrough in space exploration. I hope our paths will cross someday, but not in the war. Good luck to you!