I and my daughter, 11-year-old Vika, do not get frightened by the cracks on the house. Before our eyes, the native walls turned into ruins. We still call these ruins home, although we know that the building cannot be restored.

OSCE came to visit us, they looked at the house and said that the building can only be demolished, and then a new one can be built. However, we have no money to restore it.

In the summer of 2015, two artillery shells smashed our house. One hit the foundation, the other exploded a few meters from the children's room. We were lucky that children weren't in this room at the time. We were all in the hall. We had a refrigerator and a TV in the house. Everything was destroyed by shrapnel.

I was seven months pregnant at the time. I already have three children. We were at home. Then when things settled down a bit for two weeks,  we did not expect any shelling. Vika could live in her room only a year later. She found her old stuffed dog there and couldn't hold back the tears.