In the middle of the Danube there is a magical island with sycamore trees. These trees form an alley, and walking along it, you find yourself in a moment in which the past, future, and present are equally visible. Entering this moment is felt as a gentle vibration through the body, a tremor, a rustle. It's as if all the trees are talking to you at the same time, the blades of grass are reaching for your feet.
And in this moment, you can see a mirror that turns things around. It makes good out of bad. It turns fear into joy. It turns anxiety into a river of peace.
In that mirror, you will not see your reflection, but you will see a shining eye looking at you. And in the way this eye looks at you, you will understand what you are now.
And I'm putting such a mirror in Ukraine so that all the Russian missiles and soldiers who came to my land to destroy and kill would die themselves, turn into ashes that will blow away in the wind, and no one will ever remember them. I want the loud vulgar jokes of Russian people to turn into a fire that burns them and kills them, just like they did to us. And that will be the end of the war. When we defeat them.