They are shooting again in Bakhmut.

Ukraine

Since the escalation of the war in February 2022, until mid-October 2024, nearly 6.8 million refugees4 from Ukraine have been recorded – 92 per cent of them in Europe. Inside Ukraine, an estimated 3.6 million people5 remain internally displaced as of October 2024.

Among the most vulnerable are also an estimated 12.6 million as of March 2025 people who were not displaced from their homes but who have been directly affected by the war – they have been wounded, their homes have been destroyed, their family members died.

Civilian infrastructure, such as power grids, water supply networks. hospitals transportation infrastructure, have been targeted by the daily missile attacks, severely disrupting people’s lives across the whole country, and particularly in the East.

About 3 600 educational institutions, including nearly

2 000 schools,

have suffered damage with some 371 educational facilities totally destroyed since the escalation of the war.
There were over

2 100 attacks

on healthcare facilities, which have claimed at least 197 lives, including those of health workers and patients, and injured many more, severely disrupting health services.

23.04.2023

“I didn’t want him to go. I was very scared. He was scared too. He was crying. In my dream he told me he was coming back. He didn’t come back.” We meet a sobbing woman on the Field of Mars in Lviv. She can’t cope with the fact that her beloved is gone.

The cemetery-monument to the Red Army soldiers is next to Lychakiv cemetery. Until recently, a square commemorating times justly past. Crude, empty. Now it is becoming a vivid, painful and heartrending burial place for the men from Bakhmut, Izium, Liman, the whole of the now blood-stained east of Ukraine.

Ukrainian state and military flags flutter over the graves. There are parents, girlfriends, friends, inconsolable, bitter, weeping over the graves. Victims of man’s hatred at the helm of the machine of destruction. The average age is twenty-something. Wladek, 22, in uniform, woollen cap, with a child’s gaze. Over Andrija’s grave, his parents. They are watching as if by a hospital bed. They would like to hope that Andriy will recover and all will be well. It won’t. He had a girlfriend, a school and dreams. He did everything for Ukraine to win. But the heroism wasn’t necessary at all.

The sight of the Fields of Mars makes you gasp with bitterness. Here one wants to howl. It is not the graves of the fallen, it is the despair of the living. In a week’s time there will be more graves. They are shooting again in Bakhmut.