“Do you think this war will change Ukraine?” I asked my friend after a minute of silence.
She took a pebble from the ground and threw it into the water. It plopped heavily, sending perfectly circular ripples that broke the gleaming reflection of the summer skies. “See what it does to the pond? War does this to us.”
“But you wait just a little, and the surface will be smooth again.”
“It will,” she nodded. “But the pebble will stay on the bottom.”