Lidiia remembered March and early April 2022 in Mariupol very well. Through her story, you feel how helpless an ordinary peaceful person was before the horrors of war. Constant cold and hunger. Screaming babies in the basement. Finding water that was more precious even than life. The fighting was right on her street. And constant explosions that kept you awake.
Then – a way out on foot, of 40 people in a serpentine fashion. Complete exhaustion already in Manhush when her mother lost consciousness. And then – almost a spy story with attempts to bypass filtration. And in a literal sense – a rush under the wheels of the UN evacuation mission.
