In memory of the murdered Iryna Zarutska
You came from far away, from Ukraine to escape the war, to the land of your dreams. You were just trying to get home from work when death struck. You couldn't find peace even in the land of your dreams, when someone thought you could read their thoughts. When the knife took you in anger and madness, you returned to the images of death in horror, to the end of your short life. Your dreams were left in a pool of blood while others watched when you died, alone in the land of your dreams.