Hello, Mr. Musk!

I don’t know if you will pay attention to my letter, because I am just a child living under shelling. Under fire from the weapons that you supply to Ukraine. Do you know what I think about when I wake up? I am glad that the night passed quietly. And I dream about space, and sometimes I write a little about it.

Faina Savenkova: Who are you, Mr. Musk?

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