Lonely

A month ago, she fled with her husband to Poznan. She’s still young. Her husband’s brother studied in Poznan, and they know some people, so the choice was easy. Her husband has since found work.

The tree on the left represents Ukraine, where she just came from. She is now standing in front of the middle dark tree, in white, with her red heart. She’s lonely.
Sad.
Can hardly talk about it.
Tears roll down her cheeks.

And she expresses the hope and confidence that something beautiful will come soon. However, it still seems far away…

Afterward, she folds the painting in half, so that the paint of her person and her heart prints on the other half of the paper. Surprised, I say: look, you’ve come a long way in one go!

She looks at me with a shy smile.
Can it be?