On February 24 I woke up from the distinct sounds. I am from Donbass, so there was no hope that the communal workers were pushing out the garbage cans.

Then, as for many others, a day standing in long lines, no cash, no medicine, shortage of food… Sirens. We did not go to the bomb shelter but rather equipped the shelter in our apartment according to the rule of two walls. We slept dressed, ready to go just in case…

We left on March 6, a corporate evacuation…

We rode in a van that was completely full. First to Khmelnytsky region, from there people went in all directions. It was cold, we spent 26 hours on the road, saw rows of abandoned cars on both sides of the road, and incredible lines at checkpoints (3 hours, 2 hours…). It doesn’t seem scary compared to the rest of my countrymen but throwing your life in the mouth of war twice hurts badly.

The photo shows the tail of the rocket, Vydubychi bus station, Kyiv, March 6.

Yulia, Kyiv