A story in Mariuipol

One of the things I think that we do best is sit and listen....no great skill, say little and listen to their story.
Today a woman from Mariupol told us her story. Of homes destroyed and nothing left. Of families scattered. And we sit and listen, as if we can really understand the horrors of what they have gone through. We try to show our care for them.....often it falls far short. This woman's tears, barely from the surface, the pride in which she showed us a picture of her fighting husband. We are humbled so often, by their bravery. Women and men.
 I am amazed by the people we meet.  A refugee from the Bosnian conflict many years ago, a refugee himself in times gone by, who is the main cook in this refugee centre. Who has thought that meat is not enough and has made sure that there are vegetàbles. An amazing shout out to him.

I'm often lost for words to describe what we see. Children without a home, with nothing, playing on the stairs. Two children hand in hand, smiling. A slight hope.

Will they ever get over the trauma they have seen . .and how do we help them?

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  1. By listening, smiling, helping, I don't think you could do more than you both are doing. xx

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