“The fighting was getting closer to the Drama Theater. A missile struck near a subway. An acquaintance said, ‘Probably, we would be next.’ A panic broke out. We hallucinated that the theater would be bombed. An air strike. My mom slept in her room. We pulled her down to the floor. Dust and dirt swirled around. I was not shocked. I just stood there, feeling unusually calm. I was absolutely calm. I rose to me feet. We did the headcount to make sure that everyone is alive,” recalls Mariupol native Olha.