Request, say thank you, then celebrate. Week one in Ukraine, 2018
After landing on the hot tarmac in Dnepro and having to take the transport bus for about 50 metres to the Arrivals section, we had our first hint of a good start here in Ukraine. In his haste to get going, Ben got into the wrong passport lineup. Of course, he chose the line for Ukraine citizens only. A smile, an apology, and a sharp stamp on the passport confirmed we were accepted into the country.
At first we thought we might be in the wrong country. The newly paved road done by a Turkish contract company felt as though we were on the autobahn. We had barely arrived in Zaporozhye and we stopped to deal with our first request. Pamela, a deeply committed parish nurse originally from Pennsylvania, met with us to talk about a community parish nursing concept. She has been doing this work in Kiev for 17 years.
By our second day, we had already met two people who came to say thank you for our aid. In one case we contributed funds for a hip surgery, and the other we helped someone to get their cataract surgery. You don't need to understand Ukrainian to know and see they are grateful.
On our third day, we went to the Molochansk hospital (known by our grandparents as the Muntau hospital) to check out some requests. The Molochansk hospital is really only a day facility with people coming in for diagnostic work and some physical therapy. On the second floor there are 24 resident seniors. The challenge here is that we have a medical care facility and a seniors home in the same building. And like all well-meaning government bureaucracies, they don't necessarily work well together. Right now the common kitchen is the issue. A recent inspection report stated that the kitchen is not up to standard and needs to be upgraded. They are to replace the floor, install an additional sink, and get better food prep areas. The pictures below show the food prep area that needs replacement and the worn and uneven tile floor. We have reminded both departments that they need to agree on a common proposal.
At first we thought we might be in the wrong country. The newly paved road done by a Turkish contract company felt as though we were on the autobahn. We had barely arrived in Zaporozhye and we stopped to deal with our first request. Pamela, a deeply committed parish nurse originally from Pennsylvania, met with us to talk about a community parish nursing concept. She has been doing this work in Kiev for 17 years.
By our second day, we had already met two people who came to say thank you for our aid. In one case we contributed funds for a hip surgery, and the other we helped someone to get their cataract surgery. You don't need to understand Ukrainian to know and see they are grateful.
On our third day, we went to the Molochansk hospital (known by our grandparents as the Muntau hospital) to check out some requests. The Molochansk hospital is really only a day facility with people coming in for diagnostic work and some physical therapy. On the second floor there are 24 resident seniors. The challenge here is that we have a medical care facility and a seniors home in the same building. And like all well-meaning government bureaucracies, they don't necessarily work well together. Right now the common kitchen is the issue. A recent inspection report stated that the kitchen is not up to standard and needs to be upgraded. They are to replace the floor, install an additional sink, and get better food prep areas. The pictures below show the food prep area that needs replacement and the worn and uneven tile floor. We have reminded both departments that they need to agree on a common proposal.
On Friday, we attended the Molochansk Liberation Day. It used to be that Liberation Day was a very solemn day featuring marching soldiers, long speeches, and bored children. Now it has turned to a much more celebratory event that, while it acknowledges the contribution of the veterans who defeated the Fascists (only a few of these veterans were present), it also celebrates the new Ukraine, as well as the veterans coming out of the current war between the separatists and Russia. But Ukraine is not mired in the past. It is also celebrating the contributions of so many who are part of developing a new future. For example, over 20 women from villages throughout the Zaporozhye oblast who are advocates for changes in their own communities, met at the Mennonite Centre to be informed about the story of Mennonite history in Ukraine and to hear about the work of the Mennonite Centre. Some of these women are already very involved in local government. We had coffee and some sweets with the group at the Mayor's office.
The celebrations continued that evening. On the plaza in front of the former Centralschule, the community of Molochansk held a grand street party with rides and slides for the kids, including a dreadfully derelict-looking attempt at a replica of the Pirates of the Caribbean ship, put on wheels; the tires of which looked like they could deflate at any given moment. The only water this "boat" ever met was the water in the potholes. There was singing and dancing, the singing done by people of all ages, and the dancing left mostly to the younger children. The music was well amplified by the equipment purchased previously by the Mennonite Centre. The kids really loved their activities, and the youth let out screams while trying out the apparatus similar to a flying trapeze while parents smiled at the kids' enjoyment. It was so good to see that Molochansk still has many small children and young families. Ben estimates there to have been around 2000 in attendance. We left there feeling very optimistic.
If you wish to know more about the work of the Mennonite
Centre, you can check out our web site at: http://www.mennonitecentre.ca/ or follow our
daily activities on Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/Mennonite-Centre-Ukraine-735361069838076/
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