I feel a great deal of sadness.  What used to be a thriving city has now been reduced to rubble. The people have been through hell itself.   Surrounded by disease and unmarked graves.  Everything is gone.  The trees have become frail and scorched, the buildings have been reduced to rubble, and the birds have fallen silent.  The only thing that is heard is the Russians dropping more bombs.  Mariupol will be retaken, but when that day comes, all they will find is death and despair.