Solidarity and fear of human traffickers in the Ukrainian border area – Reports on the war in Ukraine

Two hundred meters is nothing compared to what she has been through. Even if she walks slowly, actually limps. Two hundred meters through this narrow corridor, razor wire on one side, a five meter high fence on the other side, then this little old woman has reached Poland. She bent her head towards the ground, old age arched her back. She carries a plastic sack in one hand and a folded green plastic stool in the other. She leaves the rest behind. Also the war.