In 2014, my whole world turned upside down. In front of my eyes my home in Gorlovka was destroyed by shelling. The fragments caused death of my uncle.
I feel sorry for the town. I try to forget it, throw it out of my head so that life would continue from a white sheet.
Fortunately, in the camp, on the seashore, I and other children were helped to tut un our minds away from all this.
