The bus leaves at 6 p.m., direction Ukraine.
Until Chernivsti, in the south-west of the country, the trip will take 24 hours, maybe a little more.
Afterwards, it will be war, sirens, bomb shelters.
Everything is normal, this Tuesday evening March 1 on boulevard Auriol, in the 13th arrondissement of Paris, but the passengers have already left a little, as their thoughts are with their loved ones, with their country.
Hundreds of thousands of people have fled Ukraine.
They are determined to go the opposite way.
Standing between the suitcases and the parcels of provisions, the passengers wait, faces closed.
We smoke a last cigarette.
Sad adventure to leave for a country at war.
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Three women are waiting.
They have the same pale complexion, silently share the same concern.
“My children are in Ukraine,”
Maria says before bursting into tears.
She falls into the arms of Lilia, her friend who has come to accompany her.
“They're fine, don't worry, you'll be with them soon,”
she whispers to him…
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