 With missiles flying overhead, the convoy of trucks made its way to the Polish border, only to find it closed. They were stuck for days. In Madrid, Francesca started making calls. Very luckily, the Ukrainian ambassador in Madrid used to be the ambassador in Poland, in Warsaw, and knew everybody and all the government. And he moved mountains to get that border reopened, to get that truck out. I was just crying for joy when they got into Poland. That was just such a relief.