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Hanna Peklo from Melitopol
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The morning of February 24 began with rockets flying over our houses. We lived in the village of Vesele, Melitopol district. They were bombing the airfield in Melitopol. The planes were flying so low that we thought they would blow off the roofs of the houses.On February 26, our village was occupied. Russian troops started searching for our soldiers who served in the ATO from house to house. They were checking any connections with the military.They searched everything in the houses. They were looking for documents, weapons, connections with the Armed Forces. These are the most terrible moments of our lives. We lived in fear for 11 months.
Then the FSB came to my house. They also started looking for weapons. They took my phone. They started looking for contacts with the Armed Forces. They opened my Privatbank app.They started looking at donations. They found the donations, the coordinates that I passed on to our services. After that, they took me to Kativna. They beat me. They asked me what I had to do with the Armed Forces.The contacts were in my phone. After they heard nothing from me, they let me go home. They told me to stay at home, not to go out. I have two children, my eldest son is 12 years old, his name is Mark,and my daughter is 8 years old, her name is Stanislava. I could not stay at home. I was waiting for it to get dark, because we had no cash on hand. I only had money on my card.
I waited for the evening, in the evening I would go to the store so that no one would see me when it was already dark. I would buy food for my children. Then I would return home. Three days later, they came to see me again.They took me in the clothes I left the house in. They told me to take my passport and go to the police station. I went out, they took me away, took me to the police station. There, I was met by FSB people, who took me away and put a bag over my head.And they took me to their station, where they take fingerprints from the eye cameras and all that. After that, they recorded me saying on camera that I was giving up my Russian passport.And they handed me over to their soldiers at the last checkpoint in the town of Vasylivka. I stayed there for three days, after which they released me and put me in a car with a girl. The girl took me to the city of Zaporizhzhia.
I tried to take my children out of Zaporizhzhia for two weeks. I was looking for money so that I could take them out of the occupation. Then I found a carrier and for a thousand dollars my children were brought to me in Zaporizhzhia two weeks later.The car was, you could say, it was no longer a car, it was so beaten up, because when they were driving, there were arrivals. The dog was frightened, they also took the animals. That is, our life under occupation and life in our native Ukraine was divided into before and after.My children, my husband, my animals, we all couldn’t come to our senses, probably, I won’t tell you how long. We’ve been living in Zaporizhzhia for 7 months now, but we haven’t recovered yet. It’s very hard for us, we are still going through it all.Every story and memory about life under occupation is very scary. Before the war, we were working, I was a hairdresser, my husband was a car repairman. Everything was fine, we lived, everything was great.
We currently live in a rented house, and we receive money only from the state. 8 thousand hryvnias as an internally displaced person is not enough for us, as the prices in stores are very high, too high.The biggest help we probably need now is money. We would be able to buy more things for ourselves, for example, medicine for our child, or some candy, or something similarly necessary.