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This is incredibly heartbreaking.
I want to repost some pics from my younger brother who's at the border helping the refugees. He has recently moved back to Poland and lives in Krakow, not too far from the Poland's eastern border.
Here is what he wrote (on his FB account):
"Pictures from the border checkpoint in Hrebenne-Rawa Ruska in the night on Saturday. Hundreds of volunteers helping war refugees from Ukraine.
Those women and children who come to the border walk/wait often for more than 10 hours in the cold. Once they pass, they get hot food and drink and are transported to shelters or private places.
I've met some who had 1/2 hour time to pack their stuff, i.e. small rucksacks like those you take for a day trip.
They leave families, houses, schools, jobs, their entire life behind with completely uncertain future. They see they cities bombarded and they don't understand why."
In talking to him, he pointed out how completely surreal it feels over there...
It hits home for me, too. So happens, my family hails from Lwow (Lvoov), or Lviv nowadays, which was Poland before the WWII along with the western half of the nowaday Ukraine. My grandparents were kicked out of their homes in 1939 by the advancing bolsheviks who attacked Poland in the immediate aftermath of German invasion in September 1939 (see Ribbentrop-Molotov pact); they, too, were given minutes to pack and run for their lives, in exile for the next five years and then brutalized by the Germans; those in the family who survived resettled in Wroclaw, nowadays south-west Poland, a town that changed hands a lot and was German before the WWII; I was born there.
My grandmother was the sweetest Lady that ever lived. However, she hated the russians; so much so, growing up we were not allowed to play russian songs or watch any shows, it was triggering.
And here we are... Almost a Centry later, those mutherfuckers are at it, again.
I must admit, I struggle to contain violent thoughts towards their deranged, psychopathic leader.
Anyway...
I feel I need to be on the water right now.
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I want to repost some pics from my younger brother who's at the border helping the refugees. He has recently moved back to Poland and lives in Krakow, not too far from the Poland's eastern border.
Here is what he wrote (on his FB account):
"Pictures from the border checkpoint in Hrebenne-Rawa Ruska in the night on Saturday. Hundreds of volunteers helping war refugees from Ukraine.
Those women and children who come to the border walk/wait often for more than 10 hours in the cold. Once they pass, they get hot food and drink and are transported to shelters or private places.
I've met some who had 1/2 hour time to pack their stuff, i.e. small rucksacks like those you take for a day trip.
They leave families, houses, schools, jobs, their entire life behind with completely uncertain future. They see they cities bombarded and they don't understand why."
In talking to him, he pointed out how completely surreal it feels over there...
It hits home for me, too. So happens, my family hails from Lwow (Lvoov), or Lviv nowadays, which was Poland before the WWII along with the western half of the nowaday Ukraine. My grandparents were kicked out of their homes in 1939 by the advancing bolsheviks who attacked Poland in the immediate aftermath of German invasion in September 1939 (see Ribbentrop-Molotov pact); they, too, were given minutes to pack and run for their lives, in exile for the next five years and then brutalized by the Germans; those in the family who survived resettled in Wroclaw, nowadays south-west Poland, a town that changed hands a lot and was German before the WWII; I was born there.
My grandmother was the sweetest Lady that ever lived. However, she hated the russians; so much so, growing up we were not allowed to play russian songs or watch any shows, it was triggering.
And here we are... Almost a Centry later, those mutherfuckers are at it, again.
I must admit, I struggle to contain violent thoughts towards their deranged, psychopathic leader.
Anyway...
I feel I need to be on the water right now.
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