I come from eastern Ukraine. I’m on the last grade of school in the villige where my family fled from the war in 2014. The final exams are ahead, and in a fairly short time, we need to manage five subjects, each of them with at least 35 rather extensive themes. We are allowed to
Text: Mirjam Adolphi Photo: Hannu Räsänen The life of a street child held Natasha in its grip; she lived in the street, in jail... Natasha lived to be 30. Her first day at school never came. Natasha’s life on earth ended on 12.8.2015 Her greatest dream as a child was to go to school, but
Chestnut and lilac blossoms welcomed us for our second visit to Ukraine. This time we were a group of four; we met old acquaintances and new friends and godchildren. We were happy to bring a gift from our friends in ”MaPa Projects”, to meet a child’s acute need. Social welfare worker Tanya took us to
I love my mother and grandmother so much. Besides them, I have none. As long as I can remember, my mother has always been very sick. These words wrote Maxim in March. Yesterday, May 4 ,the cancer took mom's life. Her battle is over.Now begins a new battle for Maxim, 16, a Jewish orphan boy.
A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling. God sets the lonely in families, he leads forth the prisoners with singing… Psalm 68:6 We are writing from a wounded Ukraine. Not only by the war in the east, but also by the tailspin economy. The currency hryvnia is
