What would it be like to hold your mother and sister by their hands and have to suddenly flee your home, your friends, your life, but most of all, to leave your father behind in a country engulfed by war, all at the tender age of seven?

This is little Nastya, a Ukrainian refugee who I met in a French border town close to Geneva, Switzerland. She is depicted with an iconic Ukrainian floral crown contrasted with a pendant of Russian bullets.