My name is Tatiana, I am 42 years old now, and we live with my family in a small border town, about 50 kilometers from the border with the occupying country.
On the eve of the outbreak of the war, around 23.02.24, I felt very bad, as if something was wrong, I did not sleep all night because of internal tension.
And on 24.02.24, early in the morning, when it was still dark, my husband and I realized that the war had begun. I was scared because I did not know what to do and where to go, what things to take with me, how to carry them, because I have two children, and in general, how can you fit your life and the lives of your family in two suitcases?
We decided to stay at home. Sad, scared not only for myself, but also for the future of the family, although this word was very approximate and not accurate for us now The question marks were everywhere...
And when I looked in the refrigerator and realized that there was no food and nothing to feed the children, we had to make some food supplies, and it was decided to go and look for stores that were open. But there were very long lines in our neighborhood, the same situation with the pharmacy, the queue was huge....
My husband and I decided to go to the nearest village, and there we bought some necessary products. But on the way back home, we met a DPR car, it was racing towards us, we could see through the windshield that the men had weapons, they carefully described us, it was clear that they were in a hurry and had no time for us, thank God!!!! We were also in a hurry because our children were waiting for us at home!!!!
Initially, our town was surrounded by the enemy, but thanks to the efforts of our volunteers, the checkpoints around the town were destroyed, and the rostis were driven out of our town and the surrounding area. But the columns of the Nazis and their equipment were already passing by our city.
During the struggle of our soldiers in our city and beyond, we often had to sit in a cold basement, although we put a mattress on the floor, it was very damp.
After a while we had to leave for Poland because it was still dangerous and scary....
We were crying a lot, my husband was crying too. He accompanied us to the bus, this separation was not part of our plans at all, and we did not know what it would be like in a foreign country.
But after about two months of staying there, it became unbearable in Poland. We decided to move back to Ukraine.
Here, in my hometown, it hasn't become any calmer, because there are often alarms, explosions, drones, missiles, and there is some anxiety.... But still, we are together, and we hope that this madness and arbitrariness of these inhumans will eventually end!!!!
To everyone who reads this small publication, from the bottom of my heart, I wish you a peaceful sky, and a quiet life, and that your children never hear explosions and sirens...
