During the first month of occupation, I fully experienced the rage against the Russian occupants and their shamelessness. While I was visiting my grandmother, the entry door to the apartment that I was living in was cut off..
I don’t have anything incriminating, which is why nothing was found. But my place was in a terrifying state! All the mirrors were smashed, the cabinet doors were broken, many things disappeared…
I’m enduring it… There are plenty of them in the city, and it is so disgusting. I’m waiting for our men. I believe in our victory.
Disgust – this is what I feel most often.
