Stories that you confided to us
I remember how we – me and two children – fled here from Donetsk. We fled under fire. I think we were just lucky to have a car that agreed to pick us up. We were very scared. The windows were shaking in the house, and the railing was shaking from the shelling.
I've been here in Novoselivka for several months, but I haven't had time to reclaim my benefits yet. So now we live from hand-to-mouth. We really need help!