After Russia's full-scale invasion to Ukraine my queer family and I left Moscow in a hurry, finding ourselves in revolutionary Sri Lanka. Finding and realising my identity while searching for a new home and trying to keep my family together - is this a lucky break?

On 7 October, Ilya's life changed abruptly: terrorists attacked his kibbutz, depriving him of his home and one child, and taking the other hostage. How to learn to cope with grief and uncertainty and continue living?