After this week’s night of sirens, explosions from Russian attack, and hours spent in the shelter, today felt almost unreal. Spring had arrived in Ivano-Frankivsk. Warm. Bright. Fragrant. A city I longed to visit for a while. A city which was for a long time part of the same Austrian-Hungarian Empire as my hometown of Bratislava. A city where faith, tradition, and community quietly hold everything together. A city where you find two squares connected by a Greek-Catholic, Catholic and Orthodox