Two years of war
a year ago
There was so much grief and pain during those two years of war that I don't have enough words to describe how painful and hard it was for all of us, and it still continues to this day.
Two years ago, on February 24, we woke up to loud noises, we didn't know what was happening. A message from a friend read: "War has started." It was like a terrible dream, like something unreal, that you were about to wake up and it was all over. But it doesn't end to this day..... I can't say that I suffered much, because when I saw the news from other people, I just went into shock. Every day after 24 we listened to the radio and prayed that Russia, which was a few kilometers away from us, would not pass through.
Wanting to save each other and our cat, we decided to leave under the shelling. The journey was very long and difficult, soaked with anger and fear. Around 17 hours I drove, holding the cat in my arms and sitting in a gap on an iron garbage can, between the luggage area and the 40 cm wide door. My friend and I would move from the floor to this spot to get some sleep. Then some space on the suitcases freed up and we were able to take a nap in a semi-crouched and suspended position. And then, as luck would have it, we were helped by some wonderful people in Lviv. God bless them. They warmed us up and fed us, the cat was at least able to eat a little and rest too. Then we were escorted to the border, which we crossed for about 7 hours and then waited for my father in a refugee camp in Poland. The volunteers there were friendly and gave us everything we needed and food. We spent about a month at my father's place and decided that we should think about what to do next. So we decided to go to Britain, we took the risk of trusting a couple from England and they did everything possible to make us feel good, wonderful people. That's how we live in Britain. In my city there is a huge wall in the colors of the Ukrainian flag and every time I drive past it I hold back from tears and unbearable longing.
My mom stayed near the border and only now decided to leave Ukraine.
Something terrible has been happening and it has recently stopped at a high cost...
We are trying to adapt and there are good people and not so good people that help and do a lot of real support, but there are also some that forget about the war.
Time after time falling down you try to get up and go higher and higher. Now I want to hope that soon the war will end and there will be some stability and confidence in the future....
Two years ago, on February 24, we woke up to loud noises, we didn't know what was happening. A message from a friend read: "War has started." It was like a terrible dream, like something unreal, that you were about to wake up and it was all over. But it doesn't end to this day..... I can't say that I suffered much, because when I saw the news from other people, I just went into shock. Every day after 24 we listened to the radio and prayed that Russia, which was a few kilometers away from us, would not pass through.
Wanting to save each other and our cat, we decided to leave under the shelling. The journey was very long and difficult, soaked with anger and fear. Around 17 hours I drove, holding the cat in my arms and sitting in a gap on an iron garbage can, between the luggage area and the 40 cm wide door. My friend and I would move from the floor to this spot to get some sleep. Then some space on the suitcases freed up and we were able to take a nap in a semi-crouched and suspended position. And then, as luck would have it, we were helped by some wonderful people in Lviv. God bless them. They warmed us up and fed us, the cat was at least able to eat a little and rest too. Then we were escorted to the border, which we crossed for about 7 hours and then waited for my father in a refugee camp in Poland. The volunteers there were friendly and gave us everything we needed and food. We spent about a month at my father's place and decided that we should think about what to do next. So we decided to go to Britain, we took the risk of trusting a couple from England and they did everything possible to make us feel good, wonderful people. That's how we live in Britain. In my city there is a huge wall in the colors of the Ukrainian flag and every time I drive past it I hold back from tears and unbearable longing.
My mom stayed near the border and only now decided to leave Ukraine.
Something terrible has been happening and it has recently stopped at a high cost...
We are trying to adapt and there are good people and not so good people that help and do a lot of real support, but there are also some that forget about the war.
Time after time falling down you try to get up and go higher and higher. Now I want to hope that soon the war will end and there will be some stability and confidence in the future....


Thanks for sharing your story! I didn't know that you had lived so close to the (internationally recognized) border between Ukraine and Russia. I am glad that you escaped safely. I hope that you will be able to return to your home in peace and freedom... someday. For now we must endure and not forget or be silent.

SkrymeR1
~skrymer1
OP
thank you for your support, I will hope for the best and fight until the end..