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When the shelling starts, I have nowhere to run. When the shells hit, I sit under the fence. I've lived during World War II, but I've never seen anything like it.
My neighbor from a direct hit of a shell in his house was dying before my eyes – he was thrown against the fence. He died in an ambulance.
I constantly pray – this is the only way to calm down a little.
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