Oksana has been coordinating donations for hundreds of refugees from eastern Ukraine for about a month.
Coordinates the distribution of piles and piles of T-shirts, shirts and sweaters.
Of dozens and dozens of strollers and shoes for the little ones.
We are in Truskavets, the 'Montecatini Terme' of Ukraine which, since the beginning of the war, has been converted, far from the spotlight, into a safe haven for women and children fleeing the battered cities of the East.
Truskavets, until a few hours before the fateful night between 23 and 24 February, was, quite simply, the most famous spa in the country.
Its beneficial waters were drunk by hundreds of visitors from all over Ukraine.
In Truskavets there are large hotels and message centers, Italian pizzerias and long walks in the park.
In Truskavets, or at least in many of its restaurants, even now it happens to hear Italian singers who have become stars in these latitudes, such as Pupo, i Ricchi e Poveri or Toto Cutugno.
But the city in less than a month has turned into one of the most welcoming places for Ukrainian displaced people.
These are internal refugees who do not have the strength, especially economic, to cross the border.
Which in the European Union have no foothold.
And so they decide to settle in Truskavets, taking one of the two trains that daily connect Dnipro and Kharkiv to this town at the foot of the Eastern Carpathians.
In a huge circular hall of a gray Soviet building, a long line of women wait, in a composed manner, their turn.
Inside the hall, volunteers try to sort out the thousands of donations from Ukraine and abroad.
"Aid comes here from France, Poland, Romania, and I am certainly forgetting some countries", explains Oksana.
You coordinate about twenty volunteers, some of whom are refugees who lend a hand to those who have had a very similar fate.
Like Timur, who comes from Kharkiv and who stopped in Truskavets, letting his brother and family come to Slovakia.
"My house in Kharkiv has not been destroyed but living there is impossible. I have lost many friends, and there is practically nothing in the city", Timur tells himself "
In Truskavets there are between two hundred and six hundred displaced persons a day.
Recently the flows have decreased but the emergency is not over.
At Villa Goplana, one of the most beautiful buildings in the city, built in the 1920s in the Zakopane style (which takes its name from the wooden buildings of the Polish ski resort) a group of women cut and sew clothes.
"We have a lot of donations but we know the war will be long," sighs Oksana.
Refugees are housed in three of the city schools or in structures, including private ones, located in the surroundings of Truskavets, for which, among other things, the twin city of Chianciano Terme has also mobilized.
To get to the city from Lviv you have to take the T1416 state road.
Along the road, near Medenyci, at a certain point the traffic slows down.
On the sides, out of nowhere, dozens and dozens of kneeling people appear.
A little further on, there are three black cars on which the yellow-blue and red-black national flags of the Ukrainian Insurrectionary Army fly, borrowed from the territorial defense battalions.
Inside one of these cars lies a fallen Ukrainian.
He is a paramilitary, and he is celebrated with full honors.
Traffic stops, the street is overrun with people.
Two Orthodox priests render the honors.
There is no applause.
There are no tears.
"He died for the homeland, he died for the Ukraine".
