We finally reached Ukrainian soil. The road was lined with gas stations, where no prices were shown. After less than an hour, we arrived in front of the town of Kovel, where an agreed escort was waiting for us. When passing through the check point, reality hit us for the first time. Defensive places on bridges, under bridges. Arriving in the city, it looked like nothing was happening. There were still several factories on the edge, and in the wood kiln where we unloaded, everything was in a limited but functional mode. When we unloaded the car, the local Christian community invited us to breakfast. At first, we refused because we really wanted to be back in the EU as soon as possible, but in the end the pastor convinced us. The journey through the city was something unimaginable. There was tension everywhere, and the presence of the prepared hedgehogs’ barricades, stop belts and tank barricades was chilling. There were also stacked sandbags as covers for standing and recumbent shooters. When we imagined our city and its streets in such a situation, a chill ran down our spines. We spent less than an hour in the community. We had breakfast but we also talked to the local people, some of whom fled the worst-affected cities of Kharkov, Luhansk. Before we left, people from the community prayed for us, for our safe return home and thanked us. We admit that this whole meeting left a strong impression on us.