Life is hard for us here, in the ‘grey zone’. You flinch at any sound. And the shellfire was so strong here that the windows were vibrating, the walls were shaking. When will it end?
Maybe, things will change for the better. How long can we be kept in fear? Our windows are still crisscrossed with tape [to prevent breaking due to shelling blast].
I lived through the war [WWII] here. I was nine years old then. There was shelling too, and we were hiding. We saw fires, saw explosions, saw everything. But at that time, we were children, and now, we are worried about our children.
I myself cannot get out and have nowhere to hide. And I am alive, and I still want to live on. I have such a burden to carry I wish no one. Cerebral palsy my child has from her birth.
During the shelling attacks we stayed in the corridor as there was a bearing wall there. We were afraid to sit here on the sofa as it is next to the window and something could fly in.
Our settlement was hit too. A store was damaged; it does not work anymore. There were casualties; we had everything. The war brings destruction, deaths, hunger, and cold…
