“Surviving in a basement is a nightmare,” says Halyna Rolinska, who spent three weeks underground in the centre of Mariupol as houses were burning and fire came down plastic pipes directly into the shelter. Neighbouring apartments were burning down. People were trying to put out the fires with water from radiators to save themselves. It was impossible to run outside – snipers were “hunting” there.

“You couldn’t go outside – snipers would be there. Those who had the courage went to get firewood to cook porridge. They brought food to the old people.”

Halyna’s testimony is not just a memory of loss, but a voice from the heart of destroyed Mariupol, recorded in a refugee camp in Warsaw, where the word “home” sounds like a prayer.