Svitlana and her son Danylo had been in the central Ukrainian city of Dnipro for less then a day when a terrible realisation struck her: without money, the offer of work or a permanent place to stay they would have to return to their apartment in Sloviansk, where the frontline of the war was drawing closer and the sounds of Russian bombardment growing ever louder.
Early that morning they had packed their belongings into two bags and left the room they rented in a communal apartment in Sloviansk. Volunteers drove them to the only functioning regional station, in Pokrovsk, where they boarded the daily evacuation train.
