In Mariupol, Kateryna lived in the city center on Myru Avenue with her mother and two children. "That’s what you deserve," — my relatives from russia told me. Then they switched to personal insults. My mother became a “banderivka” to them, — says Kateryna.

When her apartment building caught fire, Kateryna’s family miraculously managed to get from their floor down to the basement.

"I realized we were on fire. There was smoke in the stairwell. I threw a blanket over the baby. The older one ran down first. I was screaming, calling for my mom. We went down. The child wasn’t moving. It was pure hell — how they bombed us from March 14 to 15! Our building is on fire again. Three elderly people in my section burned alive. An old man and a married couple. Then 7 more people died. A meat grinder of concrete, wires, and bodies," — recalls Mariupol resident Kateryna Dziuba.