Hello everyone who reads my blog. 😎🖤🔥

I collected my thoughts and decided that it was time for me to continue telling my story about how my family and I left Mariupol.

First, so that you don't forget what we look like.
1.This is me and Mom, this is a photo that we took a year ago when we were sitting in a city park in Mariupol.

2.This is me and "Mr. S.", this is from the story of how we drove from Mariupol. But you'll have to wait.

3.This is a spring photo of mom and godfather. It was very cold for us this year, when we were in Mariupol, it snowed.

We left Mariupol in the afternoon, we knew that most likely we would not have time to get to Mangush because of the long column of cars that were queuing in front of the checkpoint.

We were all very tired, we were hungry, snow was falling, there was no rear window in our car. But we were happy, but we were very worried, because it was also very dangerous outside the city.

Acquaintances began to call, caught a network outside the city. They told you: "You're crazy! At night in the field! It's dangerous! There were cases when the columns were fired upon."
We knew it, but we really wanted to live. We heard a Russian plane flying, we heard explosions in the distance.

We stood in line for 9-10 hours, the godfather and "Mr. S." took turns driving. We all took turns sleeping, watching the road.

We planned to stay in Mangush for one day, but we heard that you can get to the "filtering". And we also knew that sometimes the soldiers took away cars and put people on the road. And then people went on foot. Therefore, when we reached the first checkpoint. We were very worried, there were Russian soldiers in uniform and with weapons.

I remember the face of the military man who leaned over to our car. He asked: "Where are you from?"
When we said that we were from Mariupol, the military man grinned and said: "Yes, it's HOT there, you are great for being able to leave."
Then he asked where the godfather and "Mr. S." worked.
They said my godfather worked in a factory, and "Mr. S." sailor.
We were released and we moved on.
Our goal was "Berdyansk". This is a city by the sea. By this time, the city was under the rule of the Russians.

The road was difficult because there were many detours to be made. Let us wait for checkpoints. We saw that some families were thrown out of the cars, their clothes were taken out and they were forced to continue on foot, there were also small children. We saw them just walking down the road.
We felt sorry for them, the cars that drove often stopped and took these families to themselves. But we didn't have a place.

I remember how, at one of the roadblocks, a Russian military man said: “It’s good that you didn’t go through Zaporozhye and the Dnieper, in your city the boiler is coming to an end, but the boilers are waiting for the rest of the city. You would spend all your money there and it would not help you .

So we reached the longest checkpoint, which was waiting for us in front of Berdyansk.