Postcard from Ukraine : Smoke and Flowers

Day 1 in Ukraine. I arrived in a city filled with flowers, sunshine—and acrid smoke. Another bombardment occurred last night. When I woke up in the morning, it was such a splendid spring day that it was difficult to believe in death and horror. Saturday was March 8th, International Women’s Day, and flower stands lined the streets. People queued to buy flowers, and every other woman I passed carried a bouquet of tulips. The smoke from the smoldering ruins darkened the skies, and the acrid smell clung to the flowers, but life went on relentlessly.

I bought snowdrops from a grandmother and buried my face in their delicate petals. After a while, I noticed nothing but this soft, sweet fragrance. My friend gave me a bouquet of pink and white tulips, and throughout the day, I carried my flowers with me in defiance of despair and fear.

It may sound strange, but being in Ukraine makes me feel complete and at peace. This visit, in particular, is meaningful because I arrived with a clear idea of what I was going to do, who I wanted to see, and what I aimed to achieve.

Thanks to your generosity and support, I can prepare more shipments of art supplies for the Kyiv Children’s Art School. I work with local suppliers, looking for items that will support small local businesses and bring joy to the children. If you would like to contribute to this initiative, I would be grateful.

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You can follow my journey via my Instagram. I will be posting updates from the Kyiv Children’s Art School there as well.

Above all, thank you for your support of Ukraine. You can’t imagine how much it means—to me, and to the people here.

Love,
Victoria