My city at first stood quietly peacefully during the first days of the war. We were all sitting at home, of course we stocked up on food and packed a backpack in case of evacuation, but we were sure that we would not have to leave.
air alert. We hide in the bathroom, away from the windows.
After a couple of days, the first shelling begins, but they were not in the city itself, but outside the city. Every night I became more and more afraid to sleep. And then one evening a bomb hit the military unit, which was located in the neighboring area with my house.
It was a terrible dull sharp sound of an explosion and everything began to tremble. The siren didn’t even work before that, I calmly lay on the bed with my son. With a fright, I instantly somehow moved from the mattress under the mattress and covered us with the child with it. But then everything was quiet. Luckily our house was not damaged. But that was already enough for me.
I didn't want to sit and wait any longer while I shelled my house. The worst thing was for my baby, he was only two years old.
the next morning I took a few things, a bun that I found at home, a bottle of water, a stroller and rushed to the station. Just in the news they said that there would be trains for evacuation. We were not told how, when or where.
I called the station and they simply told me: “Come now, the train is still standing. When he leaves and where I can’t say, ”and it’s understandable why.
At first, I waited an hour for at least some kind of minibus to get to the station. In the cold with things and a child. Nearby were also people with backpacks and things.
Finally, the minibus arrived and we were able to get there. There was indeed a train at the station and many mothers with children of very different ages. There were practically no men. We were told that we would go now to Berdichev and there we would transfer to another train.
Fortunately, I managed to take a seat for us, and there were just bench seats. As soon as we sat down, the air raid began. According to the rules, during an air raid, you need to hide in a shelter, so people with horror in their eyes began to get out of the cars and run for shelter at the station. After a while, everything calmed down and people again returned and sat down in their places. But as soon as we sat down, the siren started again. And people again naiads come out because we were at the station - the place where they quite like to throw rockets to cut off the path.
It ended up taking two hours.
For two hours we stood and could not leave, and people ran back and forth.
When we finally went, people saw the news that a train station was bombed near our city, in its area. We were all very frightened, especially when the lights on the train suddenly went out and we stopped and sat listening to the sirens… continued on my blog