For a long time Alice and I couldn’t resolve on leaving our home, where everything is so thought out and adapted to her needs and life. I understood how difficult it would be with her on the road and without everything she needed, because all I could physically take with me was our dog, a backpack on my shoulders and a stroller. But we wanted to see our dad so much. We were terrified by the explosions, especially when I saw the explosion in the military unit of the city of Brovary with my own eyes. I didn’t eat anything, I almost didn’t sleep, and Alice was gradually getting into the same state.
And if it weren’t for the magic fairies “Kids to Kids” and their assistants, who just said on the phone : “We are coming to pick you up. Just be ready to go”, – we would still be there, waiting in fear for the unknown. I could never imagine such streets of Kiev… oppressive atmosphere, fear, rage, despair, pain – all at once. Last place on the departing train, sirens, painful conversations with fellow refugees, overnight stays with strangers, 9-hour border crossing, cold, hunger, lack of awareness of the tragedy that is happening to all our people at this very moment from the people of other nationalities… the heartfelt help of strangers, whom you just hug as a sign of respect and gratitude.
I was completely powerless when I just sat down on the floor at the airport terminal and sobbed bitterly, because I couldn’t physically lift Alice with my arms, and the screens at that time showed the destruction of Kharkiv city. Thanks God and all our Angels in human form, we found ourselves in the arms of our native defender, who is doing everything possible the happiness of me and Alice, no matter how ghostly and inaccessible it may now seem.
Thank you, our dear “Kids to kids”, that every day you are with us, despite the distance and life difficulties of everyone. With all our hearts, we believe in Ukraine and indestructible, unbroken Ukrainians!!!
