i didn't have to speak the language or understand the language to feel the emotion in her eyes, the way they gripped my hand, little kids hung onto my legs, praying for with a desperate hope that all this is temporary. apprehension that they may be perhaps forever aware from their homes. almost a debilitating sadness that this is happening all over again. i was also struck by the generosity of the people of warsaw, for that matter, all the polish people, to the depths of their compassion, their willingness to reach out, opening their hearts. [ [ applause ] ] open opening their hearts and their homes simply to help.