“There are crosses and wreaths on the playgrounds where children used to play. The city in the 21st century has turned into a cemetery”

“March 18. Almost a month of war. A man snatches a cookie from my child’s hand. People were so hungry. They were even ready to take it away from the child. He wanted to eat too. To feed his children,” recalls Anastasiia Furtat, a resident of Mariupol. – “They gave us a box of cookies and a box of peas. Every time we open a can of peas, I remember the basement and the cookies. The war with the taste of peas.”