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Overnight Curfew at Lviv Train Station, Ukraine – by Simon King

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The writing and photographs here were written and photographed shortly after my arrival in Lviv, just before midnight which is during the imposed citywide curfew. Shared here is not a final or finished piece of documentary, but a single slice from a much larger body of work which I will continue to work on until it is ready to be published in full. The photographs are far from anything technically perfect, all made either at 1/second or lower on a bulb exposure, held as steady as I possibly could. There were only a few very dim lights in the station to work with until the sun rose.

The writing here is transcribed from my notebook, half finished thoughts and ideas, whatever I was able to scribble down in moments when I wasn’t photographing, or speaking with people, or trying to sleep. I’m open to any questions in the comments or via DM on Instagram if anyone is interested in me expanding any aspect of my account, and will respond to the best of my ability. When I eventually publish from this work it will be in context, with as much information as I am able to offer alongside it.

I’m not using this article trying to shill any product or project, but I will soon be working on a special one off darkroom print using a photograph from Przemyśl, which I will silently-auction and then donate the proceeds to War Child. To any photographers looking to offer any of their work to a good cause I recommend taking a look at #photoprintday, an initiative started by Jim Mortram for a community of photographers doing the same.

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Leica M4, 35mm K400

Arriving at Lviv Station after midnight, gained an extra hour due to the time difference from Poland, left me confined due to curfew. I stepped off the train and spent the first hour getting my bearings around the station. I withdrew some money and spoke with a few of the volunteers, all in fluorescent jackets, to get a secondhand account of how things were operating.

The station was a safe haven during the curfew, not only to refugees waiting for their trains which were unscheduled, and could arrive at any moment, but also to the local homeless population, who were welcome in but kept at a distance from those looking to flee the country.

Sleeping supplies were a commodity, most used piles of clothes, a lucky few had access to roll mats and sleeping bags. Plenty donated, but still not enough to go around, and no managed system of cleaning, collections afterwards meant that it was probably safer to use owned fabrics than ones with questionable provenance, having gone through many previous owners.

Only a few are able to sleep, most on their phones, or speaking with one another. People taking turns to nap, while others in their party watch as lookouts in case anyone tried to take advantage.

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Leica M6, 90mm, Tri-X

I sit for a while by a drinks-fridge for about half an hour using Google translate to chat with a one-legged man who joined me. He told me he had walked with crutches for two days in order to get to Lviv, and would be taking the first available train. He asked me how Arabic people were being treated in the Polish side of the border and I told him all the volunteers I had met over the last few days had been very kind and welcoming, and gave him directions to a Khalisa Aid tent I knew of where I was certain he would be welcomed if he felt uncomfortable anywhere else.

A very young soldier passes me and asks using Google translate on his phone if I have any “spiky pointy objects” on me. After I tell him no he wishes me good luck and continues his patrol.

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Leica M6, 90mm, Tri-X

I am tired, exhausted even. I walk in spirals around the crowded waiting room and eventually find a corner next to a chained shut door which no one has taken. Gaps at the hinges and between the chained doorway are open into the next room, closed to people but open to the elements. No one is sleeping in this spot because of the draft, below freezing temperatures easily flowing into the space through those gaps. I find an angle where the wind isn’t as bad and I’m able to rest my eyes, if not sleep. The floor is cold, solid rock.

A toddler next to me is crying, their sibling props herself up on an elbow and hits the young boys head against the tiled floor to get them to stop.

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Leica M4, 35mm, K400

Maybe half an hour after the child stops crying a woman across the hall from me started vomiting in her sleep, I run to find a medic in the main hall but she is dead by the time we return. The cleaner shouts at the corpse as it is carried away by volunteers, upset with the mess she now has to clean up.

Every so often I get up and walk around, I barely make any photographs, but the more I walk the easier it is for me to shut my eyes for ten, fifteen minutes at a time before waking up again.

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Leica M6, 90mm, K400

At one point I am jostled awake and asked to move over so some others can take my spot, so I hunch into the corner of the door. They spread out some cardboard boxes they’d taken from a bin outside, but only after setting up do they realise about the draft coming in through the gaps. They move further down and I’m able to spread out a bit more back into my space.

I don’t get much sleep and pass briefly out of then back into consciousness.

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