Ukrainian journalist Anna Gin is a 52‑year‑old native of Kharkiv who is famous for her bleak, no‑frills reports from under Russian bombardment day after day. Reporting from the compact bathroom she now operates as an improvised bomb shelter—with, regrettably, sometimes her worried dog and talkative parrot as fellow occupants—Gin has reported the three‑plus year long war in real time, transforming mundane moments into raw testimony.
Her latest message is aimed not at social‑media followers but at the President of the United States. “A Letter to Donald Trump — from a Bathtub in Kharkiv” is composed mid‑air raid, between the thud of explosions, and pleads with Donald Trump to call Russia’s invasion what it is and to act without delay. The cramped echo of the bathroom becomes the stage for a larger appeal about power, accountability, and the price of human life. Below is the full text of Gin’s letter, where anger, fear, and an unbroken faith in Ukraine’s eventual victory converge in three urgent requests to the president.
“In today’s world, the “six degrees of separation” theory is probably measured by hundreds of reposts, a couple of tags, and Google Translate…
Washington, White House, Mr. Donald Trump.
Dear Donald. My name is Anna and I am writing this letter from Ukraine, from Kharkiv, from a bathroom where I am hiding with my dog and parrot from Russian missiles and drones. I think this is the ninth explosion in the city.
It so happened that I was watching the news before the shelling started, and when I ran to the bathroom, I didn’t turn off the TV. I can’t see the picture from here, but I can hear the sound clearly. They are broadcasting your speech about another postponement of sanctions. For another fifty days.
I’m not sure I’ll live to see that date, so I decided to write right now.
I know I’ll look naive and even ridiculous, like a child sending an envelope to Lapland, to Santa Claus. So be it.
I am an adult, almost 52 years old, and I have not believed in miracles for a long time. But if humanity has learned to create a heart on a 3-D printer, why not assume that the US president will read a letter from an ordinary Ukrainian woman? After all, it is much easier.
I am typing this text on my phone. With one hand, I am petting my dog, who is terribly nervous because of the noise outside the window, and with the other, I am typing. And I have to constantly interrupt myself to check Telegram channels that report where exactly the Russian “shahid” is flying. And as long as it is not flying to my area, I will continue.
Dear Donald. Without detracting from your knowledge of history, geography, and political science, allow me to briefly describe today’s events through the eyes of an ordinary Ukrainian—not a government official, diplomat, or representative of any political party.
To put it bluntly, without any embellishment, we are being killed. That’s right. And if we count only the “big war,” today is the 1,238th day in a row that we are being killed. With rockets, aerial bombs, and drones. Children, women, the elderly, and the best men who are defending their homes.
I would very much like to tell you about every amazing person who has been buried during these 1,238 days, Donald. But it would be inappropriate to take up so much of the president’s time.
Time is really short. Perhaps there is no time at all — the Telegram channel has just reported that one of the Russian drones is heading for my area.
But I will finish quickly.
Just three short sentences that I would like to convey to you from the Ukrainian people. I apologize for taking such responsibility upon myself.
First. There is and never has been a single reason for Russian terror against my country. Neither historical, nor geographical, nor political.
Second. Sooner or later, we will prevail. Even if many of us, including myself, have to die. We are a nation for whom freedom is the highest value.
Third. As the president of the most powerful country in the world, you can help us save thousands of lives. Not the day after tomorrow, not in a week, not in fifty days. Today.
Believe me, it won’t cost you anything. Because it’s priceless. Go on the air, Mr. President, and tell the truth. Call Russia’s cruel, monstrous, unprovoked war against Ukraine a cruel, monstrous, unprovoked war. Call the lying Kremlin regime a lying regime, and call Putin a war criminal.
And the world will begin to change.
I believe that the most important deal in life is the deal with your conscience.
P.S. I am still sitting in the bathtub, hiding with my dog and parrot from Russian missiles and drones. I am writing this letter from Ukraine, from Kharkiv. I think this is the seventeenth explosion in the city,” — Anna Gin, Ukrainian journalist
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