Sofia stands on the side of a wet road with two loaves of bread in her arms. Her pink hood is pulled up around her face. Her green sweater is bright against the gray day. Her small hands hold the bread carefully, one loaf in each arm. And she is smiling. We are using...
Nadiia stands in the line with her coat pulled tight and a scarf wrapped around her head. She is surrounded by people who came for the same reason. Older neighbors. Parents. Children. People holding bags in their hands, waiting for their turn at the truck. They are...
In the remote villages and war-torn communities of southern Ukraine, a simple doctor’s appointment or a filled prescription can feel completely out of reach. The United Nations and the World Health Organization have documented a devastating medical crisis across the...
Maksym is holding the hotplate box with both hands, smiling like he just won something. The box is almost as wide as his chest. His little sister stands beside him in a pink jacket, clutching a Hope For Ukraine sign. Their mother holds the baby on her hip. Their...
Maria sat on a red bench, both hands wrapped around a wooden cane. A floral scarf was tied under her chin. She looked up slowly at the volunteer standing beside her. A bag of food sat nearby, waiting. She is 90 years old. She was evacuated from Kupiansk a few months...
Valeriy Marecki’s maroon t-shirt hangs off his frame like a borrowed garment. He speaks slowly, hunched over a table, his deeply lined face carrying the weight of a survival he is still struggling to process. “I was 106 kilograms,” he told the Ukrainian public...
