aiOn the fourth day military fighters started. They came at 10 p.m. right on the clock. Then in the middle of the night. And so several times during the night.

aiFor three days they unfolded somewhere by feel and sound right above us. And that's the scariest thing I've ever experienced in my life. You turn into one tightly clenched lump of fear. Until the moment I write about this, I had nightmares on a regular basis, in different variations. When I woke up in the middle of the night or in the morning in a cold wet sweat from terror. Then I went to a psychologist, for three nights everything was normal, then again, again.

aiWhen there was cannonade and explosion after explosion, the ground, windows and floor in the house were shaking. At night from the explosions over the city and behind us, on different sides of the house, the sky in the windows was red with fires. 

aiWe slept in our clothes, because I distinctly remember the moment when I changed into my pajamas, sleep overcame me, and one thought: what if it flies at night, how will I get dressed? As soon as I got dressed, I lay down and passed out. As soon as I passed out, my son woke me up, the fighters were coming, it was time to go to the basement.