Ukraine is on the edge of nervous breakdown

Eduard cannot remember exactly how he ended up approaching a Ukrainian military checkpoint and shouting: “Putin is my president.” The fashion designer recalls growing panicked as war raged outside his home in northern Kyiv. He would cry uncontrollably at the news. He became obsessed with Russians, who were then advancing on the other side of a nearby forest. Perhaps he was searching for them when he left his home, in pyjamas, and went to Ukrainian positions in the woods. Instead, he remembers saying he was looking for Katya Chilly, a pop singer, before announcing his support for Russia’s president. The soldiers roughed him up.