In the city, rescuers set up tent camps for local residents who have no electricity or heating in Kyiv. Photo by Yan Dobronosov/Global Images Ukraine via Getty Images Day 1,513 of the invasion. 16 April, 2026. Kyiv, 2am. The air-raid siren wails, instantly followed by blasts. I scramble to wake up my girlfriend, Dasha, pulling her from the bed. Entangled in our blankets, we bolt for the hallway, desperate to put distance between ourselves and the glass balcony. The explosions are so violent that I am bracing myself for a shower of shrapnel, making sure we are staying low. Shiva, our six-month-old Shiba Inu pup, is treating our midnight running around as a curious new game. My heart hammers frantically, as if desperate to finally break free from its ribcage. After years of invasion, we have come to know the pattern: this rush of adrenaline will inevitably be followed by a downward depressive slump.…