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We wrote “Betterfields“ in the moment we decided to leave our country, when it started the war. It's dedicated to everyone who left their home, carrying the memories in their hearts. If you have your own stories of leaving home, immigrating, or seeking refuge, share them in the comments. Let’s support each other, no matter where we are! Alex B: I left Russia two weeks after the war began, waiting for my concert on International Women’s Day, where I performed a piece by a composer born in Kyiv and addressed my audience for the last time. I still don’t know why the riot police came to our rehearsal, but I booked a 7 a.m. flight on the next day, just in case. I had no other choice because living in compromise means deceiving myself and justifying increasingly terrible things. Russia wasn’t just my home but a part of my culture and worldview. Now I often ask myself: what does it mean to be Russian? Because it feels like it wasn’t me distancing from my h
