Today my friend and I were walking along the Square in Lviv and a plane with a characteristic hum flew very low over us. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, because all the people froze in terror and didn't move for a few seconds. 1/6
Artist: Tania Yakunova
Artist: Tania Yakunova
When the plane flew by, we noticed a girl sitting under the wall of one of the establishments, covering her face with her hands. She was sobbing, her body was shaking. 2/6
I immediately realised that she was covered by a powerful panic attack, so I went to her, sat down next to her, began to hug and asked her to name the colours of my clothes. "You're all right, you're not dying, I'm here, so it'll be over soon," I told her. 3/6
"This is a panic attack, I also have them, I will help you. Look at my coat, what colour is it?"
"Red," she said, panting.
"And my sweater?"
- Burgundy.
"My jeans?"
- Black.
"A handbag?"
"Also black."
"A scarf?"
"Gray," she said a little calmer 4/6
"Red," she said, panting.
"And my sweater?"
- Burgundy.
"My jeans?"
- Black.
"A handbag?"
"Also black."
"A scarf?"
"Gray," she said a little calmer 4/6
"What colour is the cover of my passport?
"Yellow and blue," she said even more calmly, and smiled, wiping away tears.
"It was our plane. We will win, we are already winning! Neither you nor I will die."
But she was still shaking. 5/6
"Yellow and blue," she said even more calmly, and smiled, wiping away tears.
"It was our plane. We will win, we are already winning! Neither you nor I will die."
But she was still shaking. 5/6
It turned out later that this girl from Kharkiv had recently arrived in Lviv. #Saltovka (Kharkiv), where she lived, was entirely destroyed. She lived for many days hiding from airstrikes and shelling. 6/6
Story by Oksana Shavarska.
Story by Oksana Shavarska.
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