At 5:11, my sister called me. She saw an explosion from her balcony, and she asked me what to do.
My husband and I bought our house in October, and we had a very good basement, so I told her to take her son and come to my house.
Eventually, there were eight people in the house – me, my husband, my mother-in-law, my sister with her son, my daughter, and my son. There was also one more girl with us. She and my daughter were supposed to go to a track-and-field tournament that Thursday, so this girl stayed with us.
For the next five days, we all slept in the basement.
There were a lot of explosions, and we didn’t know where the missiles might hit. We were very afraid to leave. We had canned food, so we’d go up and quickly cook something, then come back down.
On the fifth day, we decided to go out to buy some bread.
We didn’t find bread, but we bought some grains, sugar, salt, all the necessary things.
That was the day when the city hall was blown up.