I made my previous blog post on February 20. I wrote it in a beautiful world. A world without war, without refugees, without civilians being killed. Four days later, this beautiful world died. We are used to the idea that we and our children will live in peace. We thought about the greenhouse effect, ecology, renewable energy. We focused on long-term threats. One day our priorities were changed 180 degrees.
I started this blog to show you the dolls I sew and not to share my thoughts. But you have to forgive me for this one post. This is not an ordinary event that you can pass by indifferently. At least I can’t pass by indifferently. When the first news about the war reached me, I felt as if I was taking part in the greatest nightmare of our time. Something froze in me when I realized that behind our eastern border there was a war that my grandparents told me about when I was little. I was hoping that such a war would never affect Europe again. I thought that the trauma of the Holocaust and World War II was sufficient reason for Europeans to refrain from any military action. I was wrong.
I was sitting in a warm apartment in Warsaw, cuddling my little daughter to sleep. While a few hundred kilometres away, mothers shielded their children from crutches with their bodies. Thousands of women got on the trains and went into the unknown in order to save the lives of their children. Everything I did seemed irrelevant to me in the face of this tragedy. I sat on my cell phone and read every news item about the war. After a few days, I shook myself. I understood that I have an influence on the current situation, I can help people who are fleeing to Warsaw before the war. When I focused on furnishing my apartment for a Ukrainian family, I felt better. The worst thing is to convince yourself that you cannot control the horror that is happening around you. This helplessness paralyzes you completely.
Unfortunately, there is still a war going on across our eastern border, or perhaps it should be rather called genocide. The news is overwhelming. I try to focus less on the news, more on helping. I’m better off with it. I put two of my dolls up for auction for Ukraine. I think that everyone should focus now on supporting Ukraine, fighting for its home and the lives of its relatives. I didn’t sew for several weeks, I couldn’t pick up the needle in my hand. I only did it a few days ago. So slowly, step by step. I came back to the idea of sewing a larger doll. My previous dolls were about 35 cm tall. Now I would like to sew a doll 20 cm taller. I was very happy at the thought of making such a doll, the war took this joy from me. I hope to get it back slowly. I also hope that by the time I finish sewing it, the situation in Ukraine will calm down. If not, it will be my next doll sold at the auction of the Polish Center for International Aid …
