Stories that you confided to us
I still have shrapnel in my yard. I've been cleaning them up in every corner for days. The attack took place on the night of 8 August 2016. Some kind of fire bullet was flying around. It was a shell. It hit the neighbours across the street. The neighbour's house burned down to the ground, leaving the walls intact.
Our house survived, but the roof was broken by shrapnel. The walls were cracked. I can't repair it in any way, I have no energy or money, for that matter. I also have a son who has Level 2 Disability. His legs gave out, and he didn't walk for two years. He had two eye surgeries. He can barely see.