500 days of survival. Under a hail of bombs and rockets

“God, thank you for being able to live to dawn,” said the inscription on 1 of the posters I passed along the way. In the image, a household is drawn staring at the sky with sad eyes. “There is no escape from cluster bombs. erstwhile you hear this characteristic sound, it means the end,” I heard from 1 of the Ukrainians. This is 500 days of war, any of which I could study first hand.