I am in Lillehammer (Norway) for Christmas, and at the restaurant i had Christmas Eve dinner last night, the young lady server told me she was Ukrainian. Offering a "Slava Ukraina!" and receiving a "Heroiam Slava!" with a huge smile in return, I told her that I had learned the words to "Chervona Kalyna" and we sang it quietly (well, she sang; I did whatever) to again a big smile. She was already in Norway prior to the war, but her family is mostly still in the Kyiv area. It was heartwarming yet with a tinge of sadness and fervent hopes that somehow, some way, this will all be over soon, and with justice and fairness for Ukraine.
(Brisket's son's visa issue reminded me that the multi-year visa processing delay I'm dealing with in Portugal is due in the main to that country's very open-armed Ukrainian refugee policy and prioritizing their visas, and as such it is something I do not mind in the least.)