Olha remembers well the day her native Kyiv shook from the first explosions. The very next morning, she boarded an overcrowded train heading to her parents in the Khmelnytskyi region. The atmosphere in the carriage was filled with fear and tension, and one thought kept spinning in her mind: would she ever return home again? And what a happiness it was to once more step onto the streets of Kyiv, to feel her own life again — though changed forever. Now Olha’s everyday life means sleepless nights with air raids and shelling, and in the morning — work and the familiar rhythm of the metropolis, where everyone holds on to their inner strength not to let the war break them.