Vicky, my brother, and a refugee camp

Two years ago, when my brother graduated from university, I gave him a trip to anywhere as a gift with one condition: do something kind for others.

We talked about all the usual places: Tokyo, Paris, Rome, etc. I wanted him to know that travel is a privilege but also to push himself out of his comfort zone.

One thing led to another, and he ended up booking a one-way ticket to Warsaw, Poland, with the intention of working at a Ukrainian refugee center with my friend Vicky.

The details of this story are his to tell. (Jerrick, if you’re reading this, let's write it down.)

A few weeks ago, I hung out with Vicky in San Francisco, and it prompted me to add this story to my blog. Some of Vicky’s work can be seen here: