Anglais
Today, on the ninth day of the war, I cried for the first time.
Not just crying, but sobbing loudly, frightening the cat.
I ran into my apartment for a while to feed him and wash the tray. He settled in my lap and began to lick my hands, and I ... burst out crying. It became painful that my apartment ceased to be my fortress, my shelter, but, on the contrary, became potentially dangerous during an air or missile attack. My Redhead with his "feline tenderness" knocked me out of my petrified and focused state.
DAY 1
I felt the war as soon as it began - on February 24.
Due to my "owl" biorhythms, I have problems with waking up early, and here I opened my eyes at around 5 in the morning, as if from a jolt. An ominous sound woke me up. At first I thought that it must have been a dream, and suddenly I heard him again. Well, we have been at war since 2014, and soldiers have repeatedly explained us how to recognize "Moscow gifts" - they were rockets.
The cold void stirred somewhere in the area of the solar plexus. "Two rockets flew over my head. Is this possible? We are a thousand kilometers from the Joint Forces Operation." And then it was quiet, calm, breathing in the spring and I, getting ready for work, felt calm, thought: "There must have been planes."
In 30 minutes, we all learned that not far from us, rockets hit the airfield. The same ones that flew over the roof of my house. And also that cruise missiles struck all over the territory of Ukraine. The Russians did not forget anyone: the west, east, south, north, center shuddered early in the morning from the "brotherly love of the Russian world." Around 10 p.m., for the first time, sirens howled eerily over my city. I ran down the stairs to the street - there isn’t anyone near the house. I went further.
People started to come out here and there. Everyone is confused. No one really understands what to do and where to go. They remember what they taught at civil defense. You should turn on the radio and listen to what they say.
> What radio?
> Who has it nowadays?
> Well, then the TV.
> And what will we see?
> Kyiv?
> But, what about Kyiv?
> Or maybe something on the phone?
> Let's go to the basement.
The basement is cold, damp and smells like potatoes.
It has long been divided into small rooms in which the residents of the house store supplies for the winter. Actually, we are standing between two rows of locked doors. I understand that this can hardly be a reliable defense during a bombardment, but we were all standing. There is nothing else. The general atmosphere is confusion, irritation and helplessness.
After an hour they gave a call «off the alarm» and we suppressed separated.
2nd day 25.02 night
It's two o'clock in the morning, and I'm awake not because I'm an "owl" but because I just can't get away from the first real, not a training, evacuation in my life.
I flip through all the news feeds. The news is not good - it really is a war. It's getting restless again. I go to the kitchen for valerian. My Redhead is delighted: meows, rubs against the legs, stands on his hind legs, and also asks for a drop.
Perhaps the stress turned off my logic and I let him lick the spoon from under the sedative. What started here... For half an hour, the cat went around the apartment like an energizer, unable to be silenced. I called myself a fool, him addict and went to sleep. It's early for work tomorrow.
Morning, 25.02
Five o'clock in the morning. The cat and I simultaneously jump out of bed to the wail of sirens. Shaking.
I slept for two and a half hours. I hurriedly get dressed and run downstairs.
There are already more people and we are cramped in the basement of the neighboring building. I see a family from my driveway with small children with a "bug-out bag". I remembered that my backpack with everything I needed was left in the apartment. So, if the house is bombed, I will be left without a single document.
Only a few hours have passed since the previous alarm, but the mood is radically different. We decide that we shouldn’t hide in other people's basements, we have to arrange our own.
Off the alarm.
Let's go investigate.
The basement is much better.
There are no pantries, there are spacious rooms... littered with garbage and other products of the life of the homeless. We agree to make a toloka (communal work) to remove everything. The neighbor with golden hands takes to conduct the light, because "it's somehow more fun to sit in the basement with the light on." I remember that I had some electrical wire left after the repair. We all go home peacefully.
25.02 evening
The basement is cleared of junk, with light.
Cardboard boxes lie on the floor like carpets. There is a long bench and homemade seats under the walls. Small windows at sidewalk level are covered with sandbags. In case of what - it will be a backup exit from the storage. We all walk and exclaim. But you can live here. What a beauty! We’ve done well! We still need to bring water. We never know what, and we have water.
I connected the city website to the messenger of the phone. Now all alerts and all recommendations are timely and clear, and you don't need to guess when to go to shelter and when to leave. Yes, we have everything ready. We need to find out what Territorial Defense forces needs.
Lina.
Today, on the ninth day of the war, I cried for the first time.
Not just crying, but sobbing loudly, frightening the cat.
I ran into my apartment for a while to feed him and wash the tray. He settled in my lap and began to lick my hands, and I ... burst out crying. It became painful that my apartment ceased to be my fortress, my shelter, but, on the contrary, became potentially dangerous during an air or missile attack. My Redhead with his "feline tenderness" knocked me out of my petrified and focused state.
DAY 1
I felt the war as soon as it began - on February 24.
Due to my "owl" biorhythms, I have problems with waking up early, and here I opened my eyes at around 5 in the morning, as if from a jolt. An ominous sound woke me up. At first I thought that it must have been a dream, and suddenly I heard him again. Well, we have been at war since 2014, and soldiers have repeatedly explained us how to recognize "Moscow gifts" - they were rockets.
The cold void stirred somewhere in the area of the solar plexus. "Two rockets flew over my head. Is this possible? We are a thousand kilometers from the Joint Forces Operation." And then it was quiet, calm, breathing in the spring and I, getting ready for work, felt calm, thought: "There must have been planes."
In 30 minutes, we all learned that not far from us, rockets hit the airfield. The same ones that flew over the roof of my house. And also that cruise missiles struck all over the territory of Ukraine. The Russians did not forget anyone: the west, east, south, north, center shuddered early in the morning from the "brotherly love of the Russian world." Around 10 p.m., for the first time, sirens howled eerily over my city. I ran down the stairs to the street - there isn’t anyone near the house. I went further.
People started to come out here and there. Everyone is confused. No one really understands what to do and where to go. They remember what they taught at civil defense. You should turn on the radio and listen to what they say.
> What radio?
> Who has it nowadays?
> Well, then the TV.
> And what will we see?
> Kyiv?
> But, what about Kyiv?
> Or maybe something on the phone?
> Let's go to the basement.
The basement is cold, damp and smells like potatoes.
It has long been divided into small rooms in which the residents of the house store supplies for the winter. Actually, we are standing between two rows of locked doors. I understand that this can hardly be a reliable defense during a bombardment, but we were all standing. There is nothing else. The general atmosphere is confusion, irritation and helplessness.
After an hour they gave a call «off the alarm» and we suppressed separated.
2nd day 25.02 night
It's two o'clock in the morning, and I'm awake not because I'm an "owl" but because I just can't get away from the first real, not a training, evacuation in my life.
I flip through all the news feeds. The news is not good - it really is a war. It's getting restless again. I go to the kitchen for valerian. My Redhead is delighted: meows, rubs against the legs, stands on his hind legs, and also asks for a drop.
Perhaps the stress turned off my logic and I let him lick the spoon from under the sedative. What started here... For half an hour, the cat went around the apartment like an energizer, unable to be silenced. I called myself a fool, him addict and went to sleep. It's early for work tomorrow.
Morning, 25.02
Five o'clock in the morning. The cat and I simultaneously jump out of bed to the wail of sirens. Shaking.
I slept for two and a half hours. I hurriedly get dressed and run downstairs.
There are already more people and we are cramped in the basement of the neighboring building. I see a family from my driveway with small children with a "bug-out bag". I remembered that my backpack with everything I needed was left in the apartment. So, if the house is bombed, I will be left without a single document.
Only a few hours have passed since the previous alarm, but the mood is radically different. We decide that we shouldn’t hide in other people's basements, we have to arrange our own.
Off the alarm.
Let's go investigate.
The basement is much better.
There are no pantries, there are spacious rooms... littered with garbage and other products of the life of the homeless. We agree to make a toloka (communal work) to remove everything. The neighbor with golden hands takes to conduct the light, because "it's somehow more fun to sit in the basement with the light on." I remember that I had some electrical wire left after the repair. We all go home peacefully.
25.02 evening
The basement is cleared of junk, with light.
Cardboard boxes lie on the floor like carpets. There is a long bench and homemade seats under the walls. Small windows at sidewalk level are covered with sandbags. In case of what - it will be a backup exit from the storage. We all walk and exclaim. But you can live here. What a beauty! We’ve done well! We still need to bring water. We never know what, and we have water.
I connected the city website to the messenger of the phone. Now all alerts and all recommendations are timely and clear, and you don't need to guess when to go to shelter and when to leave. Yes, we have everything ready. We need to find out what Territorial Defense forces needs.
Lina.
Not just crying, but sobbing loudly, frightening the cat.
I ran into my apartment for a while to feed him and wash the tray. He settled in my lap and began to lick my hands, and I ... burst out crying. It became painful that my apartment ceased to be my fortress, my shelter, but, on the contrary, became potentially dangerous during an air or missile attack. My Redhead with his "feline tenderness" knocked me out of my petrified and focused state.
DAY 1
I felt the war as soon as it began - on February 24.
Due to my "owl" biorhythms, I have problems with waking up early, and here I opened my eyes at around 5 in the morning, as if from a jolt. An ominous sound woke me up. At first I thought that it must have been a dream, and suddenly I heard him again. Well, we have been at war since 2014, and soldiers have repeatedly explained us how to recognize "Moscow gifts" - they were rockets.
The cold void stirred somewhere in the area of the solar plexus. "Two rockets flew over my head. Is this possible? We are a thousand kilometers from the Joint Forces Operation." And then it was quiet, calm, breathing in the spring and I, getting ready for work, felt calm, thought: "There must have been planes."
In 30 minutes, we all learned that not far from us, rockets hit the airfield. The same ones that flew over the roof of my house. And also that cruise missiles struck all over the territory of Ukraine. The Russians did not forget anyone: the west, east, south, north, center shuddered early in the morning from the "brotherly love of the Russian world." Around 10 p.m., for the first time, sirens howled eerily over my city. I ran down the stairs to the street - there isn’t anyone near the house. I went further.
People started to come out here and there. Everyone is confused. No one really understands what to do and where to go. They remember what they taught at civil defense. You should turn on the radio and listen to what they say.
> What radio?
> Who has it nowadays?
> Well, then the TV.
> And what will we see?
> Kyiv?
> But, what about Kyiv?
> Or maybe something on the phone?
> Let's go to the basement.
The basement is cold, damp and smells like potatoes.
It has long been divided into small rooms in which the residents of the house store supplies for the winter. Actually, we are standing between two rows of locked doors. I understand that this can hardly be a reliable defense during a bombardment, but we were all standing. There is nothing else. The general atmosphere is confusion, irritation and helplessness.
After an hour they gave a call «off the alarm» and we suppressed separated.
2nd day 25.02 night
It's two o'clock in the morning, and I'm awake not because I'm an "owl" but because I just can't get away from the first real, not a training, evacuation in my life.
I flip through all the news feeds. The news is not good - it really is a war. It's getting restless again. I go to the kitchen for valerian. My Redhead is delighted: meows, rubs against the legs, stands on his hind legs, and also asks for a drop.
Perhaps the stress turned off my logic and I let him lick the spoon from under the sedative. What started here... For half an hour, the cat went around the apartment like an energizer, unable to be silenced. I called myself a fool, him addict and went to sleep. It's early for work tomorrow.
Morning, 25.02
Five o'clock in the morning. The cat and I simultaneously jump out of bed to the wail of sirens. Shaking.
I slept for two and a half hours. I hurriedly get dressed and run downstairs.
There are already more people and we are cramped in the basement of the neighboring building. I see a family from my driveway with small children with a "bug-out bag". I remembered that my backpack with everything I needed was left in the apartment. So, if the house is bombed, I will be left without a single document.
Only a few hours have passed since the previous alarm, but the mood is radically different. We decide that we shouldn’t hide in other people's basements, we have to arrange our own.
Off the alarm.
Let's go investigate.
The basement is much better.
There are no pantries, there are spacious rooms... littered with garbage and other products of the life of the homeless. We agree to make a toloka (communal work) to remove everything. The neighbor with golden hands takes to conduct the light, because "it's somehow more fun to sit in the basement with the light on." I remember that I had some electrical wire left after the repair. We all go home peacefully.
25.02 evening
The basement is cleared of junk, with light.
Cardboard boxes lie on the floor like carpets. There is a long bench and homemade seats under the walls. Small windows at sidewalk level are covered with sandbags. In case of what - it will be a backup exit from the storage. We all walk and exclaim. But you can live here. What a beauty! We’ve done well! We still need to bring water. We never know what, and we have water.
I connected the city website to the messenger of the phone. Now all alerts and all recommendations are timely and clear, and you don't need to guess when to go to shelter and when to leave. Yes, we have everything ready. We need to find out what Territorial Defense forces needs.
Lina.
Lina
Projet Témoignages
Catégorie Guerre en Ukraine
Langue Anglais
Format Temoignage