I was alone in Ukraine. A mother of 2, a blogger, a South African who does not speak a stitch of Ukrainian and who was travelling in a war zone with zero friends or connections! It was during those first couple days that I self-diagnosed myself as stark-raving mad, however that kind of thinking did not make things better or change the fact that ‘it's too late baby girl, you’re already in Ukraine.
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Bombs are falling, but love is strong
He took her hand for the first time. He was finally old enough to marry her. From then on, Alexander and Tatiana would walk together; again and again and again and even now, when their road is wounded with gaping holes, bombed and obliterated and no longer exists.
Rosie Goes to Ukraine; The power of giving and receiving
I’m learning that despite the worst of humanity being in the spotlight, it is also a time when we see humanity at its best and how powerful it is, how it prevails. How what you give out, counts. How your actions have a ‘ripple effect’ that goes on and on, that feeds into a culture and that becomes our experience.
Rosie Goes to Ukraine: Pets reunited with their owners
The touching few moments of pets and Ukrainian owners being reunited.
Rosie goes to Ukraine: Separated
It's an emotional goodbye for all of us. In the space of 48 hours, we have gotten to know each other and have become friends. It’s quite remarkable how in a short space of time, friendship comes easy despite our different backgrounds. We all have one thing in common, to support Ukraine in whichever way can. Each of us has the ability to do that in our own way, but ‘this minivan,’ is how we’d get there! We are a group of 5. One Israeli who spent much of his childhood in Russia, a Czech fitness specialist, a Dutch videographer, a Ukrainian refugee and a South African.
Rosie Goes to Ukraine: Tonight we drive
Tonight we drive! Join Rosie Goes on this journey into Ukraine!
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