It was a usual, ordinary day hen we heard strange sounds. I was six or seven years old at that time.
I did not know what it was back then. It turned out that it was the beginning of the war.
I had lived in Donetsk since I was born. So I understood that something was happening in my city.
Let us start with the beginning. Shelling was the beginning. I stayed at my grandmother's that time. We hid in her basement. It was so horrible when I started having nightmares. But everything stopped, and I was no longer afraid of shelling.