Polish Border, April 2022: Ben, an American lawyer, welcomed refugees in a pink bunny costume. He embraced a mother and her twins who had just crossed from Donetsk. It was such an odd visual, and I remember those days when the world was fully focused on this war.

Kyiv, April 2022: Sometimes I take a self-portrait to remember I was in these moments too. Here, I’m with NZZ journalist Daniel Böhm, in a volunteer space, before heading east.

Dnipro, May 2022: I was at a viewpoint where families often gather. The alarm rang, but she stayed put as the sun had already set. I waited with her, and after it ended, she quietly moved on.

Zaporizhzhia, April 2022: I met Marina then—her daughter translated. Now Marina speaks English fluently, and over the years, many of these stories I simply couldn’t have done without her.