The war really had started.On 26 February, a Saturday morning, I woke up. Well, to be honest, my dog Torry woke me up. I saw my mother kept going over to the windows of our ﬂat to see what was happening outside. She said: “Lera, look! There’s a soldier,” and, when I did look, I could see he was real

Things That Make Sense in a Bomb Shelter

February 24 was the day war started, the day it all really began for me.My mom came into my room and said: “Valeria - there’s been a bomb in Kyiv and destroyed buildings.” I actually live in my flat in the Ukrainian capital city of Kyiv, but a few days before February 24, I had travelled to Chernihi