Just One of the Thousands. War in Ukraine. Irpin.

It is terrible for me to imagine that people met in this house, when they were shot near them, walls flew apart, flames devoured everything in their path of destroying their home. Sitting in a cold, damp basement and praying only to God in order to live until morning. Share one can of stew for everyone. Give news to children. What is it like to control yourself and not to panic. Drink water from sewerage, puddles and batteries. See the enemy near you and not make the slightest sound, hiding in the closet. Each apartment has its own story. Someone did not have time to prepare breakfast for their children and left everything on the table. Mom did not have time to hang things to dry and left everything in the washing machine. Someone's child didn't finish their homework. The cat did not wait for the hugs of its owners. Time has stood still here. The wind has settled in the house, the rattle of metal and the longing of the owners for their home is in the air, who turned the key for the last time, closing their apartment, saving their souls.