“March 16. My husband talked to us three minutes before the air strike. An explosion erupted. Flash. Bright white light. And the theater dome fell on us,” shares her experience Nataliia from Mariupol. “A dust storm breaks. My son and I were in the loge. We could not get on our feet after a blast wave. We were rising and falling again and again. I was suffocating because of the dust. My son was the first to scramble out. Then he gripped my hood and pulled me out. My son had a concussion. He was screaming at the top of his lungs. Blood was dripping from the back of my head, but I had to find my husband.”