I’ll never forget. The very first person I met in Ukraine was a border guard with a prosthetic arm. The next person was another guard who, when looking at my passport, noticed that my birthday was in two days. She gave me an early congratulation and told me she was going to Stockholm the following week to visit her son, who had been evacuated in the first days of the invasion. I gave her my business card and told her to give me a call for a guided tour. I would have loved to take selfies with these people. Photography strictly prohibited – of course.
Well, the welcoming committee had arranged for a priest from the local church in this small border town to give us a blessing as we passed. And we were also greeted by some cows.
Keep sharing my music to keep the fundraiser alive and we’ll have a second ambulance soon.
Here’s a link to Wahlander on Spotify (search your preferred streaming service)