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TIFU. How the war with Russia affected me and my life

Hello my name is Andrew. Yesterday I already wrote part of my story here. But I decided to add a story about how the war came to my house.

As I already wrote, I am from Ukraine, and now I am in the same place. On February 24, my grandmother called me and said that at 4 am Russia had launched an attack on Ukraine. It was terrible news that I did not immediately believe. At that moment I was in Kharkov, and when I heard the explosions, I realized that this was not a fake. I can't describe the feeling I experienced at that moment. It was somewhere between panic and despair.

Air raid sirens sounded. There was general panic, people ran, hid, there was total chaos on the street. For 2 weeks I constantly heard explosions and shooting, I heard planes flying right over my house. I hid in the bathroom because I would not have had time to run to the basement.

A terrible atmosphere of fear reigned in the subway. Hundreds of people sat on the floor and cried. I've only seen this in movies. I would never have thought that I would see this in reality. My grandmother and mother were in the city of Izyum at that time. This is my hometown. There, explosions began 2.5 weeks after the start of the war, the Russians destroyed 70% of the city. Schools, hospital, shops, bridges, houses. Almost everything was destroyed. More than 1500 people died. What the "Russian world" did to my city cannot be described without tears.

I was able to bring out my relatives and the hell that my city has become. Now they and I are relatively safe. But because of the war, there were problems with finances, there is practically no work, so I decided to turn to the Internet for help, because I know that here you can meet those who can help.

TL;DR You are the one who read this story. I wish you not to know the grief and the fear that I and those who lost their loved ones in this senseless war learned. Good luck.

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