On the 24th of February 2022, Russia launched a military offensive into Ukraine, causing civilian casualties and destroying the country’s infrastructure. More than a quarter of the population has been forced to flee their homes. In the first few weeks, more than 4.3 million refugees fled Ukraine, and a second as many were internally displaced. It is the fastest growing refugee crisis since World War II.
We cannot be indifferent to the suffering of our neighbours – we immediately set out to help!
17.03.2022
Today is Thursday! Three weeks have passed since the outbreak of war in Ukraine. The esteemed Father Adam Boniecki lights a “Light for Ukraine” with us today, which is not only a visible sign of our unity with the Ukrainian people, but also a very concrete support for the activities carried out by the Good Factory. The income from each candle will help us:
1. provide humanitarian aid to those waiting to cross on the Ukrainian side of the border.
2. send further shipments of food, warm clothing and anything else the mayors of the battle-stricken towns ask for.
3. to meet the needs of Ukrainian mothers and children who are safe in Poland, but need help with taking care of their children, finding work, and coping with a completely new, foreign reality.
Light a “Light for Ukraine” with us again, tonight at 20:00!
19.04.2023
One, two, three, four, five… The preschoolers and school children count aloud to one hundred. Two minutes. That’s how long the pauses between artillery fire lasted. The bodies of people who did not know when to flee lay in the streets. Mariupol was full of bomb craters, piles of rubble and soot-blackened ruins. Life had […]
14.04.2023
Krysia thought she knew what war was. Shots had been heard in Donetsk since 2014. Everyone, however, had become accustomed to the exchange of fire. Over time, the gunshots became one of the background sounds of daily life. On the 24th of February 2022, Krysia realised that she still knew nothing about war. “It was […]
13.04.2023
“I lived in the basement for six months,” says Sergei. A tired, wrinkle-ridden face, the sluggish movements of an elderly gentleman and the piercing pain in his battered left leg that reminds him of itself with every movement. The resident of Bakhmut is invigorated by the sight of the camera. He stares into the lens […]
