Hands of hope reach out to refugees after desperate escape from Ukraine

David Cohen reports from Zahony on the Ukraine-Hungarian border

As the train from Ukraine pulled into platform five at Zahony railway station on the Hungarian border, a dozen police boarded and began to process the refugees, family by family.

One of the first to get off, her face gaunt and stricken, was Ekataryn Velychko, 35, a mother who had escaped from Mariupol with her daughter Anastasia, eight, and son Radion, five.

“I have come from hell on earth,” she said. “For weeks we were in the basement with no water, no food, no electricity and no gas. My house is destroyed, the city is 90 per cent destroyed. Most people cannot get out. My children are completely broken.”

She was followed by a heavily pregnant mother, Anna, also 35, with her son, Dima, seven, and her weeping mother Valentina, 70, three generations looking shattered after a 36-hour ordeal fleeing their city west of Kyiv. “We were living in the basement under constant bombing for 10 days,” said Anna. “We saw horrible things. Mothers giving birth to their children in the basement. I didn’t want it to happen to me.”

Valentina, 70 who travelled with her 7-month pregnant daughter, Anna, 35, 30 hours from Zhytomyr, Western Ukraine
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As family after family crossed the tracks towing their luggage, other refugees passed in the opposite direction. Thy had arrived from Ukraine three hours earlier and were boarding an onward train for Budapest. Many, like vet Natalia Shulhan, 36, and her daughter Sonya, seven, were calm, despite, in Natalia’s case, having been on the road for a week after fleeing Chernihiv, a city near Kyiv surrounded by Russian forces.

Natalia said: “Our train from Kyiv to Chop and across the border into Zahony took 17 hours. Sometimes it stopped for hours in the middle of nowhere and we were scared we would be bombed. My daughter is terrified and has been crying so we’re trying to get as far from the bombs and Ukraine as possible. The Russians behave like Nazis, like animals, I hate them. We are going to Budapest and on to Austria.”

The difference in mood between the fraught, exhausted, tense refugees arriving and those leaving a few hours later was palpable — and the reason immediately apparent.

Volunteer Marina Doron embraces a Ukrainian woman at Zahony
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From the moment the refugees stepped off the train, about 30 aid workers and volunteers surged forward — hands reaching out to hands — to carry their bags, help mothers with babies, provide food, drinks, hygiene products, toys for the kids and sometimes just a hug. Among them were Israeli Jews and Arabs from the One Middle East Agency in their black tops and yellow vests, Hungarian Lutheran aid workers, UNHCR aid workers and another local Hungarian charity. The Hungarian Red Cross offered medical care and World Central Kitchen had set up food.

Some volunteers were independent and unattached to aid agencies — with Ukrainian speakers especially in demand. They included Marina Doron, 35, a mother of two from Israel who was born in Ukraine and had flown in a week ago. Marina said: “Yesterday a 20-year-old girl came with her sisters aged 14 and four, so overnight she became a mum to two refugees. It was her first time abroad and she was scared — she had no idea where to go. I was able to assist with next steps. Sometimes mothers just need help from another mother.”

Another volunteer, Anmol Gupta, 29, from India, had been studying to be a surgeon in Kharkiv and offered his services as a translator. He had fled Ukraine 18 days ago on a motorbike, dodging fire like Steve McQueen in The Great Escape, but had to abandon it after a Russian bullet went through the petrol tank, missing him by inches. He ended up on a 27-hour train to the Hungarian border and decided to stay on in Zahony to help “because people are freaked out”. “I have a room 500 metres from here which I use to shower but I sleep here in the blue tent because trains can come at any time and they need interpreters,” he said.

David Fricker, 39, from Weston-Super-Mare, hands out soft toys to Ukrainian children
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Standing to one side were two Brits from Weston-super-Mare, handing out teddy bears. David Fricker, 39, a train driver, and Neil Sansam, 42, an engineer, had managed to secure a free 52-seat coach which they packed with 7,000 teddies and drove here. “We have been here a week and handed out over 1,500 teddies,” said David. “We are trying to bring joy for children who have been through a nightmare and to make them feel this is a nice place to be.” As the Russian invasion entered its second month and with the number of Ukrainians fleeing to the west topping 3.6 million, over 325,000 people have passed into Hungary. They come via five border crossings of which Zahony is the busiest. There are meant to be eight trains a day here, one every three hours, but only around five come and almost never on time. Yesterday evening, the last train was seven hours late, arriving at 1.15am and carrying on it the entire youth team from Shakhtar Donetsk FC in eastern Ukraine.

6-year-old Nazar plays in a make shift children’s corner at the Zahony train station
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In the first two weeks of the invasion, more than 3,000 refugees disembarked here every day, but now numbers are down to a few hundred, and most take the first train available to Budapest before fanning out across Europe. For those who want to shower and rest before moving on, the local high school has been transformed into a shelter with classrooms hosting up to 300 refugees on camp beds, though only 40 beds were currently occupied. One classroom had been turned into an emergency medical clinic by the Hungarian Red Cross who call it the H-HERO centre. Andras Molnar, 34, is in charge of a team of 12 who operate between the train station and the school — and sleep at the school. He said: “Around 20 refugees a day ask for medical assistance. Most are people with pre-existing chronic diseases who don’t have their medication with them, and also mothers and children whose immune system is low because they are depleted and exhausted.”

Meanwhile, the World Central Kitchen tent in front of the concourse fills to the brim as another 80 refugees arrived on the 14h40 train and piled in alongside arrivals from the midday train. Among them I found Ekataryn, whose family did not have biometric passports but had been given 60-day temporary visas by the police, and who was devouring a cup of hot soup. Surrounded by her worldly possessions — reduced to a single suitcase, a satchel and a plastic bag — she said: “I can’t be calm because my husband can’t leave and the rest of my family are still in Mariupol and I have no way of knowing if they are alive or dead. A lot of people can’t leave. You have to find someone who will risk taking you out, who has a car and petrol because most of the cars are destroyed and there is no gas and even if you find all these things, it’s risky because they are bombing all the time.”

Maria Tkachuk feeds her young son Vsevolod
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At the next table, 28-year-old mother Maria Tkachuk fed her 19-month-old son Vsevolod in the high chair. “We ran away from Kyiv on the first day of the war,” she said. “We were living in a village 150 kilometres from Kyiv but yesterday we left at 7am and got here after 31 hours. We were trying to find the courage to leave because it’s hard to travel with a baby. My parents and husband had to stay behind, but I came to save my son and we will go to friends in Spain.” I spoke also to Vita, 23, and Olya, 27, who had journeyed from Kherson in the south. “My mother refuses to leave because they took my brother who is 25 to the war,” said Olya, as Vita sat head in hands and wept. It turned out that Olya’s brother was Vita’s fiancée. “We have booked a hotel in Germany. We will have to figure it out from there.”

Soon the train came for Budapest and the concourse emptied. The arrivals board said the next train, due from Chop, over the border in Ukraine, at 5pm, was running 70 minutes late.

I watched as six-year-old Nazar Ulan scooted around on a red plastic tractor he had liberated from the children’s play area while his mother, Nadia, tried to keep an eye on him, look after her other son, Vlad, three, and call ahead to her sister in western Europe.

Nadia, who had travelled from Rivne near the Belarussian border, said: “This is my first time abroad and I am so scared. The Belarussian army are 200 kilometres from our home. It’s terrifying when people want to kill you. Nazar didn’t want to leave without his father and said we can stay four days, no more. I don’t know how to tell him not to cry because I was crying too. But I am telling myself I must not collapse because who will look after my children?”

Ninety minutes later, the next train rumbled in from Ukraine. As the new refugees crossed the tracks, hands reached out to hands. I checked in on Nadia but she and her boys had gone. Another child commandeered the plastic tractor. Another mother looked on.

Additional reporting and translating by Georgina Ruszinko

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