Hello to everyone who reads my blog and my story. 😎🖤🔥

So! Today I will tell you how we got to Berdyansk.
Because of the dangers on the road, we did not dare to go through Zaporozhye from Mariupol. Fights were fought there, shells were flying, there were cases when columns of cars were fired upon.
Therefore, we decided to go to Berdyansk.

The car convoy was even larger than the one we encountered in Mangush.
We stood in line for 14 hours. The cars were moving very slowly. It was cold, it was uncomfortable to sit, because they took blankets, food and a can of gasoline with them.
It was scary that the military would not take this canister. Because they checked everything.
The Russian military often asked for cigarettes and some food.

The queue was long, we saw some people walking along the road. This could mean:

1. They took away the car;
2. The car broke down (and there were a lot of beaten cars after Mariupol);
3. Gasoline ran out (by that time gasoline was in excess).
   

I didn’t want to eat, I didn’t want to go to the toilet (and there was nowhere, there was a convoy of cars and there were signs “Mined” along the road.
The column to Berdyansk moved very slowly. During this time, "Mr. S." I started looking for an apartment where we could stay while we were in Berdyansk.
There were many groups on the Internet helping refugees. There were offers with apartments, but it was necessary to act quickly. Friends said that a large number of people had come to Berdyansk and there was simply no place to find.
But we were lucky. We called two families.

One of the families then called and said: "Sorry, but our relatives are going to Berdyansk, we will give the apartment to them. We hope you are not offended."
We understood everything, now such a situation. There is a second family left. They warned that the apartment is new so there are no beds or sofas. But there was electricity and water. But we didn't care, as long as we could finally sleep and take a shower.
Finally, our car drove up to the checkpoint. There were Russian soldiers standing there, they must have been from Kazakhstan, as they had narrow eyes. Several military men were sitting at the table and writing down something.
They asked their godfather and "Mr. S." to come out. from the car and called them to the table.
Mom and I were in the car. One soldier approached the car, leaned over and asked: "Where do the men work? Did they serve?"
Then he asked how the situation in Mariupol was. Honestly? This question was killing me. As if they did not know that Mariupol is dead! Only ruins remain.

When the men returned, we were let through. We were allowed to go to the city. It was a victory.

The military at the table wrote down the numbers of the cars, the names of the men.

I remember Berdyansk differently than the one we arrived at. For me, Berdyansk is a resort town in Ukraine, where it is always fun, people rush to the beach, fishermen catch fish and sell it.
The stores have a lot of goods, everything works.
But we were met by another city. We did not immediately understand this, the first thing we did was go to the family who agreed to shelter us.

As soon as we entered the city, we recruited a family. They were already waiting for us.
We were given an address and told where to go. It was not difficult, everything was clear.
When we arrived at the address, the father of this family was waiting for us. His name was Nikolay. He saw that we did not have a rear window. And he said, "Let's unload all the stuff, and then we'll put your car in our garage, and I'll leave my car on the street. I don't want you to have something stolen."
Gasoline was the most valuable, at that time there was almost no gasoline left in Berdyansk. There were many announcements, people offered unrealistic amounts for a can of gasoline. Someone wrote that he was ready to buy gasoline for $1,000. It's wild! But it was true, people wanted to go further from Berdyansk and there were reasons for this.

But I will continue the story!
We unloaded all things, raised them to the apartment. Nikolai's wife was waiting for us there, her name was Angelina. Their youngest son, Maxim, immediately came to us.
They all smiled, were glad that we arrived, they were so kind and open.
This touched and surprised us. We were not prepared to be so lucky.

Phew, I'm sorry, but I'll continue talking tomorrow. Very tired.
Today I bought myself a table on eBay, this is my small victory. I didn't have a normal job for a month. My back hurt, but I didn’t want to do anything, I was at a loss and didn’t know what I wanted. But this month, the love of life returned. And there was inspiration.

That's why I'm happy in the photo. I really wanted my place, my little corner.
I fell in love with this table.
I really miss my apartment, I had a table on the whole wall there.

BUT! Now this is the start of something new. 😇

Links to a couple of sites where some photos were taken:

https://kirillovka.ks.ua/berdyansk/
https://focus.ua/voennye-novosti/517944-kak-zhivetsya-v-okkupacii-zhitelyam-berdyanska