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March 28, 2022

March 28, 2022 The Przemysl Refugee Center Przemysl is a Polish city of 60,000 residents approximately ten miles from the border of Ukraine, where over 500,000 refugees have passed through on their way to other parts of Europe. The city has converted an abandoned shopping mall into the Humanitarian Aid Centre, also known as the Przemysl Refugee Center. This is where I reported for duty on my first day of volunteering. All cameras and other recording devices are strictly forbidden inside the building, so I am unable to show you what I encountered. Here is a rough map of the center and its layout and services. Imagine a medium-sized shopping mall with empty spaces where the stores once used to be. However, those spaces are now all occupied by various humanitarian aid agencies dispensing information, services, clothing, toys, medicine, SIM cards, etc. Hot meals are continually served by the World Central Kitchen. The center i

March 26, 2022

March 29, 2022 Three Generations of Women and a Dog of Unknown Gender Meet Irinia (mother), Alla (grandmother), Myroslava (younger child), Kira (older daughter), and Dara (dog) They barely escaped from Chernihiv, site of a devastating siege and some of the fiercest battles in the war. They were part of one of the last evacuation routes out of the city. They didn't tell me anything about their husband/father/son whom they had to leave behind and I didn't ask. I picked them up at the border and noticed that they were carrying all of their possessions in large plastic bags. I suddenly remembered that some of my colleagues had bought a van load of new suitcases that they were going to distribute at the border. We rendezvoused in Przemysl and gave the family three new suitcases for which they were very grateful. We stopped for gas and dinner on our way to Krakow. (I made sure this time to buy gas). As we were about to eat, Myroslava blurted out, "Bon Appetit"

March 25, 2022

March 30, 2022 "Cool" Last night I transported a different type of family--a mother (Tania) and son (Mark). Not only that, Tania spoke excellent English so during our car ride to Krakow, I was able to ask her a lot of questions and learn in greater detail the experiences of refugees as they flee from a war, something I was unable to do with my previous two families. Here is her story. Tania works for a French company in a high level position in Kyiv during the week and spends the weekend with her son and her parents in a small town near the Chernobyl nuclear plant. The town was built in 1987 to house displaced residents and workers from the plant after the disaster in 1986. Tania told me that the town has not been damaged from the war but fears that it may not escape damage. When there were rumors of war, she and her friends thought that Putin was bluffing and that war would never break out, so they were shocked when it did. As the battle came closer (the Chernobyl nucle

March 25, 2022

March 31, 2022 "This is My Lucky Day" I wrote about the dangers of human trafficking of refugees in my last post, and last night I came face to face with the issue. When an announcement was made that I had room for four passengers to Krakow, a woman traveling alone stated that she would like a ride to Tarnow, a city about an hour's ride from Krakow. Her name was Natasha and I agreed to drop her off there and asked her to wait to see if there were any more passengers who needed a ride to Krakow. She readily agreed and seemed relieved that she might not be the only one traveling with me. A family of four requested a ride to Krakow and I had to turn them down since I only had room for four passengers in my SUV. I called a colleague, thirty minutes away, who had a seven passenger van to come and pick up this family of four. When no one else expressed an interest, Natasha appeared anxious and hesitant. Then she asked to take photos of my passport and driver's license a

March 23, 2022

April 1, 2022 "Crying in the Rain " Yesterday was my first trip to the actual border crossing where the refugees step onto Polish soil. I went there with my Canadian friends, Peter and Lee, to distribute 26 new suitcases and some children's backpacks to those carrying their possessions in plastic bags. Once they enter Poland, the refugees walk down a path for about a hundred yards lined with tents, booths and tables manned by relief agencies offering food, clothing, medical supplies, hygiene products, shelter for mothers and children, etc. We stood at the gate and offered the suitcases to those in need, and the offer was always gratefully received. Yesterday was a miserably cold and rainy day. I could feel the cold cut right to my bones as the rain soaked through my waterproof windbreaker. Peter was told by a woman that they had to stand in line six hours at the border control before they were allowed into Poland. As I walked back to my car, I thought abo

March 21, 2022

April 2, 2022 A Guardian Angel Suddenly Appears Last night I transported two sets of families pictured above. Elena (mother) and Denis ( 11-year old son) are standing next to me. Olga (mother) and Zlata (15-year old daughter) are next to them. Both families escaped from the most dangerous zones of warfare. In fact, Olga and Zlata were one of the 6,000 people who escaped from Mariupol this week when a humanitarian corridor opened up briefly and then closed, trapping the remaining 200,000 people. Denis is the type of kid who can drive you nuts, but all in a good way. He's the type who can't shut up, has an opinion on everything, asks a million questions and blurts out answers in class while everyone else raises their hands. You get the picture. He talked nonstop during the three hour ride to Krakow. He spoke a little English and every once in a while he would say, "John, you are cool." Several times he said, "My mother likes your car." And near th