My name is Alisa. For a long time, I had many answers to the question ‘Who are you?’: a Jew, a wife, a rabbi's assistant, a volunteer, a hostess, and many others. But lately, one of them has overshadowed all the others: I am from Mariupol.
When I left Mariupol, I made a promise to myself: if I survived, I would help everyone in need. Back then, sitting in a crowded car, I had no idea how much my life would change. When I returned home, I started organising evacuations, coordinating routes and helping those who were trapped.
One day, when I got a connection, I received a call from a rabbi. I was in a car surrounded by Russian checkpoints, but I couldn't refuse. We drew up routes, collected addresses, and started taking people out. It was hard, but we did it.
Now I live in Vinnytsia and coordinate aid projects. I make the most of the resources I have to help everyone who comes to me, regardless of their nationality or needs. I always have something to help.
I am a volunteer. I am a coordinator. I am available and ready to help.