It will soon be three years from that day… In 2014, the village was hit by mines. We seek survival in a shelter. There were dozens of people there. Our basement shelter is thoroughly accommodated: there are chairs, beds, electricity.
My family and I hid in this damp room for a week. I only went upstairs to get more food and water. At one of these moments, an explosion was heard within easy distance. A mine exploded and glass broke.
I was hit under the shoulder blade. Several fragments flew through the open door of the shelter. They were fatal for my daughter.
My great-grandchildren saw all this horror.
They couldn't even bury their daughter properly. The shelling started and everyone who was in the cemetery jumped into the graves. And then they got out, buried her quickly, and that was it.
