Damn I remember these early days. Mariupol was so symbolic. So much unapologetic resistance and fighting to the bitterest end. Back then I was still counting days and told my baby daughter every day that “one day when you’re older we will tell you about that war between your home countries which lasted [current number of] days”. Hoping every day would be the last. I gave up after about a year. Just the name of the city throws me back to this time.