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Y O U T H №1 #INSPIRE The turning point was the of the festival, defense or constant sound of sirens on on the next house was leveled to the streets, nothing gave about t h e t r a g e d y. A w a r e n e s s c o m e s system worked, admission to the school of the and journalist at MSU. The very p e r fo r m a n c e s . L a t e r, e n t e r i n g the ground? fact that out of a thousand the everything about the military the guys, you entered the hundred world politics, I got into the potential the out on the crowded ordinary enrolled, confidence state of the newspaper "Non- air The s t r e e t , a n d i t i s e m p t y. C a n in what you're doing. For 2 p a p e r. " T h i s e d i t i o n , c re a t e d theoretical knowledge, which you even imagine a picture of years of studying, I exposed by students, covers the main was empty a Times Square? And to all genres: from poems to political acquired obituaries, but my favorite is place on the world stage. 2 storytelling. years I wrote articles in a dry give I was perfectly write MSU prepared for each class. But form: my target was not to get a reviews at the events What? the faculty which Where? of took When? Then I learned of Israel defense told in and system. the own U n i v e r s i t y, colors in my mind. next day when you go around, only endless flowers a n d c a n d l e s . A n d e v e r y d a y, The reason for the second those mini memorials, grow a r t i c l e w a s t h e t e r r o r i s t a tt a c k on And I got bored. I felt that in h i g h m a r k- I d e s i r e d t o e x c i t e my potential was not being fortunate interest in my story not only ... and one day generally j u s t p a s s i n g b y, y o u w i l l s e e all terrible sobbing people, relatives who realized on a full scale, and I events. I was at the time on first gained strength to come by the teacher but also by my felt dissatisfied. I wanted to the Rambla, and I heard the to the place of death of their colleagues. write about people and their cry of the people, deafening relatives. stories. op. For example, my disaster in the Moscow Metro As it turned out, all the Barcelona. meters I'm story about the victim in a I at have always been Describing concerned about the question events, I political relied on my in 2014, was the best work on most are why when something like this experience and my emotions, the course among all students. my memories. Lot’s of them, happens, people do not run which I felt at that moment. Then I finally realized that it waiting the time to be open in different directions, they And people began to respond, is my calling. to the world. The first story coalesce into a single stream, to tell me in response to how that I wanted to share from a crush begins, and many die they became witnesses of the everyone my experience was an essay i n i t . N o w I k n o w. A t a t i m e terrible events. So, my friend knows how to share it. But I about the military conflict in like this, you lose your sense from school, who emigrated know how to do it. And most I s r a e l i n 2 0 1 4 . Ye s , I w a s t h e r e , o f r e a l i t y, a n d i t ' s l i k e y o u r from Syria, told the story how i m p o r t a n t l y, I w a n t t o d o i t ! I hid every day for ten times brain is blocking everything his family was killed there. He So, back in 2015, I realized i n a b o m b s h e l t e r, s a t w i t h l o g i c a l l y, saw the faces of those, who that I have a tool and I have my neighbors for hours in the full animal instinct. Running kills to use to the full. In the same stairwell, waiting for the next in a crowd is just about that. p e o p l e . Yo u k n o w w h a t ? H e ye a r, I f i r s t t r i e d mys e l f a s a tt a c k , a n d s o m e t i m e s l o o k e d Speaking I said me they were just like us. a correspondent at the all- f r o m t h e b a l c o n y a t t h e s k y, l i t distinctly how And in their eyes, he saw hope Russian theaters by rockets launched from the then I was walking home from and realized that he couldn’t "Russian drama." My job was Gaza Strip. Sock! Pow! Slam! Rambla, did not run, and then blame to the And you sit in a concrete cage sat at home and watched the y o u c a n h a t e t h e i r i d e o l o g y. participants, maintain social and think, whether the missile T V- s h o w s . Another Each of us has his own s t o r y, 5 networks but not festival communicate of with exciting stories and turns about that on d a y, remember And the besides the hundreds these friend of innocent people. said But that 6