Gunpowder Chronicles

Gunpowder Chronicles

Share this post

Gunpowder Chronicles
Gunpowder Chronicles
Where the Sewing Machines Burned
Reportage

Where the Sewing Machines Burned

No uniforms here. Just melted thread, scorched machines, and women who whispered hope into rubble. “We’ll sew again,” one said. “Because we’re not done.”

Vudi Xhymshiti's avatar
Vudi Xhymshiti
Jun 28, 2025
∙ Paid

Share this post

Gunpowder Chronicles
Gunpowder Chronicles
Where the Sewing Machines Burned
1
Share

The air was thick with mourning as I stepped into the rubble of what had once been a workplace.

You could smell what had been lost: burnt fabric, singed wires, the ash that clings to fingernails, to lungs, to memory. This was not a battlefield. It was a tailor's shop. An ordinary place where hands once crafted aprons and hemmed trousers. Where laughter probably lived in the hum of sewing machines and the rustle of cotton bolts. And now, rubble.

Smoke rises as a helicopter conducts aerial firefighting over bomb-damaged buildings in Kyiv, Ukraine, on Tuesday, June 10, 2025. The strike zone included clothing businesses, banks, and homes. (Licensable Image © VX Photo/Vudi Xhymshiti )

There was nothing left to clean. But she still tried. That, I realised, is how Ukraine survives, not through victory, but through the compulsion to tidy the apocalypse and begin again.

The morning after the long night of June 5–6 did not open with birdsong but with the grim cadence of rubble being shifted and pl…

Keep reading with a 7-day free trial

Subscribe to Gunpowder Chronicles to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.

Already a paid subscriber? Sign in
© 2025 VX Media UK
Privacy ∙ Terms ∙ Collection notice
Start writingGet the app
Substack is the home for great culture

Share