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10 in Warsaw, saying goodbye to the free and safe world-waiting for the blue and yellow trains that will bring them rolling down the rails into the darkness and into that great struggle between good and evil. They faced uncertainty and fear in their hearts as they stand on platform No. But they are: the soldiers and the vegetable choppers. On the face of it, it might not look like these are brave heroes. Here in Ukraine, whether on a war-time road trip, in a front-line soldiers’ mess, or in a city café, sometimes a popular American song comes on the. ‘Here is hell’: The Moods of War, Through Music I’ve never been to Warsaw but I can imagine the scene at Platform 10 from which the train for Lviv departs. And then imagine that grandmother, or the 20-year-old backpacker from California, or yourself standing alone at a platform at the railway station in Warsaw, Poland. Imagine, say, a middle-aged woman from the United States, a still young grandmother, telling her family: I have to go to Ukraine, because she read on Twitter about ways to help. These are all heroes, but so, I realized, were the people chopping vegetables at the kitchen. The prior day, I’d heard that two Canadian fighters I knew were killed in Bakhmut. The weekend before, I’d had pints with a Ukrainian friend who had lost his leg in battle, and I’d drunk coffee with another soldier, still healthy, preparing to return to the fight. These were representatives of the whole free world, unafraid to be here, just doing their part, chopping away. Working at a table of carrots stood a Scottish woman and an Italian, while a Ukrainian woman and a German man dealt with the mushrooms, while the latter was playing Creedence Clearwater Revival’s “Long as I Can See the Light” on his speaker. Across from them: a man from California, another from Michigan, and another from Austria. People from all over the world sat or stood at tables cutting the veg: A woman from New Hampshire spoke with a woman from Ohio about her pets. This place was made sacred by the scene around me. We were talking of what the Russians might be up to next and I was about to swear, but I silently, subconsciously caught myself. Watching this scene, I was speaking with my friend Richard Woodruff, a British volunteer at the Front Line Kitchen. They’d all faced personal fears and traveled via train from Poland to this wartime country. They were preparing dried, “just add hot water” meals for Ukrainian warriors at the front.
LVIV-As friends in Washington sent me text messages warning of “nuclear winter,” I stood in a courtyard where a mix of women and men from all over the free world, ranging from age 20 to perhaps 60, chopped mushrooms, carrots, and beets, the aroma filling the cool air under the grey sky. KYIV-Much of the yearlong resistance to Russian aggression has been waged by small volunteer groups, what 18th century British statesman Edmund. Lesson From Ukraine’s Radical Democracy: To Be Free, You’ve Got to Work Together
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