The war started for me in May 2014 when it came to my home town. I dread to remember that terrible time when we existed (guess that could hardly be called a living) under constant shellfire. Explosions, spurts of gunfire felt so distinct and so close that they kept people on the alert and waiting for a shell landing on their homes any minute.
It was particularly terrifying at night, with that never-ending volley fire, and psychologically devastating, most of all, because of the feeling of own helplessness and frustration.
Back then, I worked in Donetsk, and at first, on my way to the office, I had to go through checkpoints and personal searches by armed people in balaclavas. Frequently, I couldn’t come home because there were intense hostilities close to Donetsk airport, and so I had to crash my friends’ places.
In July 2014, the company where I worked made a life-changing decision, at least that was such for me, to urgently relocate our office and all staff to another city, Dnipro. On 18 July 2014, I was shocked by the contrast when I saw those happy and untroubled people enjoying themselves and leisurely walking down the river banks, that all looked like a parallel universe. Yet, that was just 250 km away from home...
I thank God that my family and me eventually have made it through, safe and sound, and that we have had this opportunity to start a new peaceful life.
