Once we went to the seaside. It was in 2014. Grandparents stayed at home.
One evening, my grandmother called my mother. I was riding a pony at that moment. Grandmother said that they are sitting in a trench (this is not accurate, though) and the attack was in progress.
Mum got scared. Later, she told me. And I was sitting on a pony, crying.
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