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Ukraine was veteran Dmytro Melnik works with the EnterDJ system, as part of rehabilitation from trauma. 

Several of us who for a few months helped out Ukrainian journalists with social media in English befriended Vitali, who lives with his wife and little girl in Rivne and does charitable work for displaced Ukrainian women and children. We were always relieved that Vitali had not yet been called up by the army.

That changed in December, not long after Rivne, too, began suffering from Russian bombing. We worry about him because of the obvious dangers of conflict — and the PTSD some soldiers experience when they get home. I hope he never needs an intervention like the one in today’s article.

Darcie Imbert tells Guardian readers about a worthy music therapy program — EnterDJ at the Superhumans center near Lviv.

“In Ukraine, sound carries a different weight: the cautionary blurt of sirens, Shahed drones humming overhead, the concussive thwack of air defense interception and the subsequent explosion. But as well as the sounds of war, which continue three and a half years into Russia’s full-scale invasion, music still plays, clubs remain open during the day (closing well before the midnight curfew), and electronic dance music remains an intrinsic part of many Ukrainian lives. …

“The rehabilitative power of dance music is most evident at the Superhumans center, near Lviv in the west of Ukraine. Here, the most critically war-wounded are treated with prosthetics and reconstructive surgery, and psychological support is given to children and adults affected by the war. And within the range of treatment is music therapy.

“Howard Buffett, the son of Warren Buffett and one of the center’s chief funders, suggested forming a Superhumans band, so the center teamed up with music charity Victory Beats, which was set up one year into the war to provide veterans with relaxation and a nonverbal outlet for emotional expression.

“ ‘We were working with a 25-year-old soldier with severe brain damage and limited use of his hand,’ the charity’s founder, Volodymyr Nedohoda, remembers. ‘We started with a [sound-based] relaxation session designed to calm the nervous system, but stopped almost immediately because the low frequency triggered pain. When he started to feel better, he asked for a DJ console.’

“Having witnessed the efficacy of electronic music as therapy firsthand, Nedohoda and Vlad Fisun – a DJ and former editor-in-chief of Playboy Ukraine – partnered to create the EnterDJ program, which teaches veterans the basics of mixing. All that users require is a laptop, headphones and an internet connection; some tune in from home, others show up to a dedicated space in the Superhumans center. …

“Speaking with the same stoicism that underpins most of my conversations with Ukrainians, another veteran, Oleksandr, tells me about the incident that led him to Superhumans and EnterDJ. ‘I was serving in Poltava when a missile destroyed my leg,’ he says. ‘I remember everything about it. The blast, phoning my commander to say I was alive, realizing I’d have to drive an automatic car, worrying about the blood in my car after the evacuation.’ He laughs at the absurdity, and continues. ‘In hospital, I lost nearly all my blood and had to be resuscitated. I woke up knowing my leg was gone, but thankful the rest of my body and brain were OK. That’s most important.’

“For Oleksandr, EnterDJ became a daily routine, ‘to get some good moments if the day was hard, or to celebrate if I gained something in rehabilitation.’ Within six months, he was performing alongside the Lviv Philharmonic Orchestra, using a Midi controller to layer sounds over a composition written with British composer Nigel Osborne.

“Oleksandr had started off using singing bowls in a sound therapy session. … Before being fitted with a prosthetic leg, EnterDJ ‘helped distract me from the trauma and rehabbing,’ he says, holding his kind gaze steady. … ‘We have composed ambient music for therapeutic purposes; I added electronic effects to live classical instruments. The audience relaxed deeply; some even fell asleep. So we met our goal!’ …

“Roman Cherkas, who served in the Third Tank brigade in eastern Ukraine, has gravitated towards drum’n’bass. He joined the EnterDJ program after months of surgeries, prosthetics and rehabilitation at the centre, after losing both of his lower limbs in a mortar strike. He speaks to me on a call from his home, ready with a drum’n’bass mix. ‘Right now, I still don’t feel mobile, I can’t move around normally. Music has become energy for me, life energy,’ he says. …

“After six months in the program, Roman performed in Lviv at a showcase by one of the world’s leading drum’n’bass labels, Hospital Records. He speaks slowly and thoughtfully about how music shifts his headspace. He becomes completely absorbed by it, sometimes sitting in his chair mixing for six-hour stretches. ‘I tried working with psychologists but it didn’t work for me. You have to consciously switch your brain on and imagine lifting your legs, which is very difficult. With music, it’s the opposite, it switches my mind automatically and makes me feel better.’ ”

More at the Guardian, here.

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Leonid Marushchak with artworks from his private collection. He launched a death-defying rescue plan to help museums save Ukraine’s art from the invaders.  

You may know about the Monuments Men, charged by President Roosevelt with protecting cultural heritage during World War II. In Ukraine, after the Russian invasion, private individuals took on a similar task. One man especially.

At the Guardian, Charlotte Higgins has a fascinating piece about what historian Leonid Marushchak and his cohorts have accomplished.

“In early March 2022, when his country seemed in danger of falling to the Russians, it occurred to Leonid Marushchak, a historian by training, to call the director of a museum in eastern Ukraine to check that a collection of 20th-century studio pottery was safe.

“He had loved the modernist works by artist Natalya Maksymchenko since he had encountered them almost a decade earlier. There were vessels covered with bold abstract glazes in purple, scarlet and yellow; exuberant figurines of musicians and dancers with swirling skirts; dishes painted with birds in flight. The collection was the radiant highlight of the local history museum in Sloviansk, the ceramicist’s home town.

“It was remarkable that they were in this small museum at all. Though she was born in Ukraine in 1914 and studied in Kharkiv, Maksymchenko had lived the rest of her life in Russia. But, after her death in 1978, her family, fulfilling her wishes, oversaw the transfer of about 400 works from her studio in Moscow to the city of her birth. … Maksymchenko’s final gift to her home town and country seemed like a statement of defiance.

“Now, as the Russian army inched nearer and nearer to the museum, Marushchak worried that these works in delicate porcelain could be destroyed by a missile in a moment – or, if Sloviansk were occupied, taken by the invaders back to Moscow. Had the ceramics been prioritized for the first round of evacuations, Marushchak asked the museum director on the phone.

“ ‘Lyonya, what round?’ came the reply. ‘We still haven’t got the order to evacuate!’

“Marushchak phoned his friend Kateryna Chuyeva, who was then Ukraine’s deputy minister for culture. ‘Katya,’ he asked her, ‘why have you still not given the order for the Sloviansk museum?’ She explained that she couldn’t just authorize it herself – the regional authorities needed to request it first. So he called the region’s culture department. They said that to issue an order, they would first need a full list of items to be evacuated.

“Marushchak was furious. The situation was urgent; there was no time for that kind of paperwork. ‘Let’s just say I have sometimes had to take my time and breathe slowly,’ said Chuyeva, in the face of her friend’s sometimes volcanic passion. She found a way to break the bureaucratic impasse. Before the official order had even arrived, Maruschak was on his way to Sloviansk.

“Marushchak cannot drive. … Without his own means of getting to Sloviansk, Marushchak had his brother-in-law drive him from Kyiv 300 miles east to the city of Dnipro. From there, friends took him a further 50 miles, to the city of Pavlohrad. Then he walked to the last checkpoint in town and hitched a lift for the last 120 miles – this time, on a Soviet-era armored personnel carrier.

“In Sloviansk, artillery boomed alarmingly close; the opposing armies were fighting over a town only 18 miles away. When Marushchak reached the museum, staff were finally packing up the exhibits – though, to his annoyance, the official instructions on what should be prioritized dated from 1970, and stated that what he referred to as ‘an old bucket of medals’ from the second world war should be rescued first. Aside from the Maksymchenko ceramics and the medals, there was also a natural history collection to deal with – AKA, stuffed animals, which, just to add another layer of danger to the enterprise, had probably been preserved with highly toxic arsenic. …

“Since those early days of the war, with the help of a motley group of intrepid friends, Marushchak has achieved something quite extraordinary. He has organized the evacuation of dozens of museums across Ukraine’s frontline – packing, recording, logging and counting each item and sending them to secret, secure locations away from the combat zone. Among the many tens of thousands of artifacts he has rescued are individual drawings and letters in artists’ archives, collections of ancient icons and antique furniture, precious textiles, and even 180 haunting, larger-than-life medieval sculptures known as babas, carved by the Turkic nomads of the steppe.

“ ‘At times,’ said Chuyeva, ‘he has been doing almost unbelievable things’ – putting himself into extreme personal danger for the sake of often humble-seeming regional museum collections on Ukraine’s frontline.

“A nation’s understanding of itself is built on intangible things: stories and music, poems and language, habits and traditions. But it is also held in its artworks and artifacts, fragile objects that human hands have made and treasured. Once lost or destroyed, they are gone for ever, along with the stores of knowledge they contain, and potential knowledge that future generations might harvest from them. For Marushchak, his country’s culture, no less than its territory, is at stake in this war: a culture that Vladimir Putin has repeatedly claimed has no distinct existence, except as an adjunct to Russia’s.

“On that day in Sloviansk, something became clear to him: there was no point relying on official evacuation efforts. If he wanted to see the job done, he was going to have to do it himself. ‘He had to do it with his own hands,’ his friend, the artist Zhanna Kadyrova told me. ‘There was no one else.’

This is a long article. Read it at the Guardian, here. No paywall, but contributions are solicited.

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Dean Cycon of Dean’s Beans and his wife decided to go to Poland to help World Central Kitchen feed the influx of Ukrainian refugees. They both have forebears that were chased out of Europe by Russia.

Do you know the legend of the Jongleur de Notre Dame?

My francophone blogger friends should correct me if I get this wrong, but the way I remember it is that a man wanted to present a gift at the statue of the Virgin Mary but was desperately poor. He had a different kind of gift, though — a talent for juggling. The story goes that he juggled with all his heart and soul in front of the sculpture, and it gently bowed its head to him.

That’s the kind of miracle that feels real.

Today people are donating money and whatever talents they have in order to help Ukrainians invaded by Russia. First off, John, my son, who continues to employ optical engineers in Ukraine for remote work.

Another Massachusetts resident, Dean Cycon of Dean’s Beans Organic Coffee, is going with his wife, Annette, to Poland to work with World Central Kitchen, which is feeding thousands of Ukrainian refugees. Dean and Annette both have forebears they say were chased out of Europe by Russia. Their story is detailed at the Greenfield Recorder, here.

Boston doctors, interviewed here, made YouTube videos to teach ordinary Ukrainians how to treat war wounds. According to the Washington Post, The video is less than 40 seconds long — but its creators say it could help save lives in Ukraine.

‘The data we know from the battlefield is that a significant amount of deaths are preventable with taking these steps,’ Eric Goralnick, an emergency medicine physician at Brigham and Women’s Hospital in Boston. …

“Goralnick is the doctor shown acting out the tutorial in the short video, which provides a list of actionable steps written in Ukrainian. Another video, about 4½ minutes long, features a more detailed, step-by-step narration in Ukrainian by Nelya Melnitchouk, a Ukrainian-born oncology surgeon at Brigham and Women’s Hospital.” More.

The nonprofit group End Hunger New England is pivoting from mostly local needs to help Ukrainians, too, but according to the Christian Science Monitor, the group was stumped about how to deliver the meals so far away. Then a Boston-based shipping company, BOC International, stepped up. “It’s handling all the logistics,” the Monitor reports, No charge.”

Along with Asakiyume, I myself have joined a crowd of editor-types to help media people in Kyiv clean up translations of events so the Ukrainians can share the latest on Anglophone social media.

I am so grateful for this opportunity, which Asakiyume, a friend I met 25 years ago when we were both copyediting at a management magazine, offered me.

How it works: bilingual Ukrainians translate local news into English the best they can, then send it to colleagues to check as well as to “proofreaders,” mostly American. As proofreaders, we try to make the English sound more natural.

The organization we are helping works 24 hours a day. I know I’m getting more out of it than I am giving. Talk about real! If I want to sacrifice, I ought to sign up for the sparse 2 a.m. shift.

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