Iwanka

Вітаю Вас!!! My name is Ivanka. Mi nombre es Ivanka. Mein Name ist Ivanka.

First an alert: apparently due to the local postal delivery maimed by the war, I get a trickle instead of a gush of incoming postcards. Please feel comfortable to contact me if your postcard happened to be in a glut; I will eagerly release it by registering.

I started my post crossing (nudged up by my Dad) in the first grade. Several times I was on the edge of leaving it as a disproportionate N of cards went to the country which is now sending missiles and troops into Ukraine. The only positive and not reassuring outcome of the aggression is that we no longer are forced to send postcards to the abusive neighbor next door.

I was told that my profile should be only about me, not the outside world. Ok. Most of my dreams were trashed by the war. The missile exploded next to my Uni building, and it stands now grimly with blind pupils of shattered windows. We the students spend more time in shelters hiding from enemy rockets than in the lab next to autoclaves and Petri dishes (I am the sophomore in Bio Technology).
And I learnt a lot since Feb 24 2022 alongside millions of fellow Ukrainians.

I know the rule of two walls: if you happen to be inside the building during the shelling, at least two walls ought to separate you from the potential explosion, to avoid the ramifications of an impact.

As a civilian I now differentiate between various types of missiles, drones, tanks, armored vehicle, aircrafts and especially air defense. My only dream is that Ukraine gets F-16 ASAP to repel attacks on civilians.

So most of my postcards are about war, soldiers, farewell, pain, sufferings and hope. By the same token, postcards without a story do not strike a cord with me though all cards are certainly welcome.
Postcards with The New Yorker magazine cover would definitely make my day as well as cards which would help me to improve my Deutsch. To that end, can I ask postcrossers from Deutchland to devote their postcards to Das Wort des Tag? Übermutter, der Zeitfresser and alike.
Kiew aber Kyiw? https://exxpress.at/gebuehren-tv-reporter-fordert-nicht-mehr-kiew-schreiben/

Si usted habla español, por favor me escribe en castellano.

Often I walk around Ukrainian pages of Postcrossing as if I find myself in depopulated villages or cemeteries. Pay a solemn visit, for instance to https://www.postcrossing.com/user/Mariupol - buildings on the postcards which you see there no longer exist, including with the theater which turned into a mass grave for those sheltered inside.

I would end on a positive note: I have a passion I have not met yet in Postcrossing but it would have been impossible without it. I collect maverick and mellifelous names of streets. UK and Germany top the list (In Bochum gibt es die "Friedlicher Nachbar Straße", in Neuss die "Schabernack -Straße", in Herdecke gibt es die Straße"Zum Kuckuck " im Stadtteil "Ende" und "Lederhose"in Thüringen - thanks go to Alf2)