aiFor the first six months in Germany, I was afraid to be out in the open. When I had to go outside I tried to walk as close to the buildings as possible - so I didn’t feel like a “target”. At night I dreamed of shelling: a recurring dream of a plane dropping a bomb on my house. My last thought was always “this is the end”.

aiOne day, I was sitting in the kitchen and heard a jet  roaring in the sky. Mentally, I knew I was safe, but the sound completely took me over. I rushed to the hallway and huddled in a corner. My body was shaking... Then I burst into tears.

aiDuring this period, I began to experience breathing problems. I couldn't take a breath and this occurred almost the entire day. I stopped attending language courses, walking 2.5 km was hell. I was sure that something terrible was happening to my body and that I would soon die and therefore never return home. This is not an exaggeration.

aiThe most difficult thing for survivors of the war is to establish a basic sense of safety. My therapist tried to convince me that being here in Germany I was already safe, and he almost succeeded. But considering the current global situation, I understand there is no safe place in the human world if there is room for hatred and stupidity.