diaspora ucraina

Of Andrea Braschayko A few weeks ago I went to my grandmother, who lives alone – the rest of the family is in Ukraine – in a town near Caserta.Like many women from her country, she arrived in Italy representing, with pride and dignity, the poverty of the post-Soviet "wild nineties" which forced a generation of women into a life of caregiving and remittances.Although she never fully learned the language, my grandmother blended comfortably among Italian provincialism;here the nineties were, on the contrary, roaring.A stereotypical example was the husband from Caserta, who had gently aged on bread and Berlusconism. By force of circumstances, having got used to the television preferences of her now deceased partner, about twenty years later my grandmother and I found ourselves following the debates on the war in Ukraine on one of the most watched networks in that house, and for her the main source of information since February 24. I was obviously aware of what I was getting into.Apart from...