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Lviv, Ukraine - March 5, 2022: What I remember most about this family is the crying. The baby, four-week-old Ariana, wouldn't stop, and the sound carried up and down the train station platform. Ariana's oldest sister, eleven-year-old Karolina, made no noise when she cried; the tears just quietly slid down her cheeks as she scanned the scene around her -- she would turn her head away whenever we made eye contact. And then there was the dad, Kosty, sometimes pacing with the baby and sometimes sitting and rocking her in his arms, none of it helping. At some point tears filled his eyes too. And yet he took the time to help me write down each of the children's names, and the city from which they had come: Zaporizhzhya.

The next thing I remember about this family is the wife. I failed to write down her name, but she was tough, an officer commanding the troops through the chaos. She had no tears, only a focus on the tasks at hand, at getting everything and everyone prepared for the next step: the train to Poland.
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Lviv, Ukraine - March 5, 2022: What I remember most about this family is the crying. The baby, four-week-old Ariana, wouldn't stop, and the sound carried up and down the train station platform. Ariana's oldest sister, eleven-year-old Karolina, made no noise when she cried; the tears just quietly slid down her cheeks as she scanned the scene around her -- she would turn her head away whenever we made eye contact. And then there was the dad, Kosty, sometimes pacing with the baby and sometimes sitting and rocking her in his arms, none of it helping. At some point tears filled his eyes too. And yet he took the time to help me write down each of the children's names, and the city from which they had come: Zaporizhzhya.<br /> <br /> The next thing I remember about this family is the wife. I failed to write down her name, but she was tough, an officer commanding the troops through the chaos. She had no tears, only a focus on the tasks at hand, at getting everything and everyone prepared for the next step: the train to Poland.