I live in a five-story building that has been hit by shells more than once. On the upper floors burnt to the ground, the balconies and the bottom off of the glass. This is all a couple of kilometers from the front line.
My wife Maya is waiting for me at home, she doesn't leave the apartment even during heavy shelling – her legs fail. She suffered a stroke and a micro-stroke. She spent many days in the hospital. Children and grandchildren had to leave because of the war. We, the old, were left alone.
We spend most of our meager pensions on medicines, which are vital for us.
We are used to constant shots, electricity shortages. However, the most difficult thing is to get drinking water. Communications have been destroyed. Water pipes were cut off constantly. We spend it very sparingly.
