"We are from Kherson,"
'We are from Kherson," She said. Kherson is a city decimated by Russian rockets and artillery. "We lived underground. Four weeks." "Did you pay Russian soldiers for permission to leave?" I asked. "Three hundred dollars." She said. "For the two of us." We stood there for a few moments while I tried to think of the next thing to say. "I was worried about my cat," she said, "So I took her with us when we left. She's coming to camp." "On the bus?" I asked "I have a box." At 1030p