21/12/2025
My first independent aid-run to the frontline city of Kherson, with my military es**rt Ghost Echo.
Dubbed "the human safari" by Russians, foreigners are no longer permitted entry to the city, but as I'm embedded with a local unit, it was no problem at checkpoints.
The aid was family-orientated, including Chupa-Chups, porridge, Oreo's, baby wipes, two-minute noodles, soups, Coca-Cola, chocolate, and much more.
While 30 care packages doesn't go very far, I decided on quality rather than quantity; compiling these from my own pocket, as I haven't secured a funding source yet.
It's been a hard month of rejection from humanitarian organisations, and criticism in foreign volunteer chat groups by preachy 'know-betters' telling me to leave red zone work to the locals, and donate the van instead.
Needless to say, I declined that advice.
US charity World Aid Runners said I was "three-years late", warning The Mango Inquirer that I "wouldn't last a day" in Kherson, during a TikTok livestream that consistently boasted about being the only foreign humanitarian in the city.
A level of arrogance and ownership that only reinforces it's founder's concerning history before coming to Ukraine.
It might have sounded presumptuous of me to believe NGOs would easily accept foreigners without local knowledge or language skills for their evacuation teams, but many charities do market themselves through first-person volunteer stories.
I've filled out so many forms this month, while emailing organisations in my sleep; but to no avail.
The cynnical side of me understands it's more about attracting donations and funding, than the risk of a diversity hire.
I had one interview with a charity transporting evacuees to western Ukraine, but it wasn't working near red zones.
Several private messages produced a few leads; but nothing from an active team yet.
You helped me buy this van though, and I promise we will find some people to save together, very soon.
Video reports on my last three days in Kherson to follow soon.
We handed out the aid today, and the kids lining up must have been told by the house master that I only speak English, because they all said thank you in our language!!!
It was beyond amazing.
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