it s thunder. indoor basketball court. i m not so well. who led a choir back home. i m nervous and worried about my parents. and my friend who has parents in mariupol. whom she hasn t heard from for 20 days. she shows us video of a performance. before the war shattered their lives. the choir has gone silent. the light at the end of this tunnel is reseeding. at first part-time thought it would last a week. they said, hang on, don t lose hope. now we hope for the best. prepare for the worst. and so the painful exodus west goes on. this train bound for hungary. this farewell perhaps final. joining me now.