Vlada's family spent more than a month under occupation in Mariupol. She remembers the arrivals in the yard and how the bread ended. Then, her grandmother started cooking flatbread over a fire. It seemed to Vlada and her little brother that there was no tastier food.

The water was collected in a nearby rotten river. It was straight from the ice. The ice did not melt in the bathroom: sometimes, it was colder in the rooms than outside.

One day, a russian APC parked under the windows of the girl's apartment. Vlada had never seen military equipment so close. After another airstrike, the family decided to leave the city. They managed to leave unharmed.

Vlada recalls the first time they tasted bread after the occupation. They were eating pastries with both cheeks. They couldn't stop eating.