I had to leave Ukraine by last June and to move somewhere, where it'd be possible to live in my circumstances.
I knew that such a day would come since about a year ago, when there was no any sign of progress in my permanent residency application (which I made on the 1st of June of 2021) for more time than it's allowed by Ukrainian law already. And I started to prepare: talking with the company I work with regarding that, continuing to reseach options for a residency in a new world situation, collecting documents and, finally, moving away.
I joked about my options from time to time, that I, like any other citizen of a fascist state that went into the war, would end up in South America. And I did.
There is no much secret, as I wrote enough on Mastodon about things around me, so I'll write it here too. Now I live in Uruguay, and I hope to stay here for long enough to get a citizenship of that state. I won't say I'm too grateful, as I'd prefer to live in Ukraine if it'd be possible, but I'm at that stage of dealing with a new country that this is expected.
