Inna woke up to a phone call in the middle of the night. The phone was trembling in her hands, and on the other end - her mother’s sobbing. War! A few minutes passed - and the explosions began. The sound of fighter jets over the roof, explosions all around - fear became physical. Then came the evacuation to Lviv, and later - a return to Irpin. When they entered the city - Inna couldn’t hold back her tears. The streets - charred, destroyed. The buildings - burned to the ground.