Stories of Hope from Ukrainian Refugees

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We stood on the Polish border for 22 hours, white the temperature was -5C°. A girl passed out and they went to a medical center. The line was 3 km. I was starting to have delusional hallucinations, like my home street on the wideless fields in a dark night. It was a disaster. Recently I had a depression state for 3 month. Now I am going back from Spain, to Ukraine.