We were lucky...but many were not, murdered at the hands of Putin and his followers by missiles in Chernihiv today.


I haven't written a blog for a long time, and this one starts with more innocent, tragic deaths. This time in Chernihiv, Northern Ukraine. Just after 9am, 3 missiles hit the centre of Chernihiv, killing, at the last count, 16 civilians. People going about their ordinary lives, in a beautiful town centre. Death arrived. We were lucky because we were supposed to be there. In a hotel in the centre, where several hotels and Airbnbs were damaged. The only reason we weren't there was that our vehicle needed some work doing, and we ended up not going there.
That is the state of Ukraine now. It's becoming ever more dangerous, with completely random terrorist attacks perpetrated by the Russians, happening daily. 
One of the main difficulties is that Ukraine is running out of the means to protect itself. The USA at the present time does not have Ukraine's back. The Republicans in Congress are basically stopping the aid getting to Ukraine. 

In the meantime, we had a really positive aid run, which actually will be in two parts. Yesterday we collected freshly baked bread from the wonderful Pastor Viktor, in Letichiv.
300 loaves. The smell in the car was so good.....hard to stop salivating.
Today we delivered the bread to villages near Chernihiv, as well as spending time in a local school with the wonderful English teacher, Alla, and her pupils. The affection that the pupils have for her, and vice versa, is a joy to behold. However, it was obvious to see how the children had been affected by the Chernihiv blasts. Alla said the whole school shook. Her sense of humour didn't desert her, though.....we asked the students and Alla to draw maps of the UK. This was Alla's version.... she's possibly better as an English teacher!

Here are some photos of the delivery to two isolated, economically deprived and somewhat forgotten villages in the Chernihiv region....

And so all the bread was distributed and clearly very much appreciated. It was also very good - a few of us shared one of the loaves! It seems a small thing in the scheme of things, but it felt good to be there, sharing these small things. You could see the hardship on many of the faces. But there were also many smiles and thank you's. It was, as ever, humbling and heartwarming at the same time. 
It's good to be back.



 

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