“Lately I’ve been reading nothing but sad posts on your page. And here we are, starting our Polish-Ukrainian holiday preparations. Yesterday was Stollen Day—baking German cake. Greetings.” I look at this WhatsApp message and smile bitterly. Gosia is right—lately it’s

– When it became clear that the war would not end soon, as we had thought, I had to take some steps, make some decisions, because, of course, I immediately found myself unemployed, with three daughters – Mariyka, an artist

When walking near the Poznań Arena sports and entertainment hall, which has been converted into a shelter for Ukrainian refugees, Monika feels uncomfortable: – I was looking at all these children, these mothers sitting there. And we were just going

Have you ever wondered why so many people opened their doors to complete strangers? Sure – the starry sky above me, the moral law within me, the humanitarian imperative. Anyone would have done the same, right? Only, not everyone did.

We are sitting in the Kino Nowe Horyzonty café, where Anastazja tells me about her experience of being hosted by a young couple in Wrocław a few weeks after the full-scale war began. I notice that during our hour-long conversation,