April 16
The two of us, Zoïa and I, were dog tired.
For the past few years, we had been working two-and-a-half jobs each. An office job, a work-from-home job, and another side gig. All of our temporary and unstable work we referred to as freelance. Because, you know, we practically do it for free.
“Almost sounds dignified, the word ‘freelance,’ even if we are really scrabbling for scraps,” Zoïa said.
We had both left our humble beginnings in the Ukrainian countryside to make new humble beginnings in the capital, Kyiv, where we entered university. We started working alongside our studies to save for our own flat. Rent ate up most of what we’d set aside. We comforted ourselves with rumors off the internet that, in some cities, people live their whole lives this way.
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