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July 8, 2:49 am, Uzhhorod

I woke up because of a siren outside. It was 2 am. The loud sound was filling my tiny room and the phone was bursting in English “It’s an air alert. Find shelter”. I started putting on clothes and shaking at the same time. I put on shorts and stayed in my sleeping tshirt. I was looking for my passport, purse and a hair clip. I forgot that the plastic card key from the room is in the section that turns on the electricity and was looking for it too. I grabbed some light piece of cloth thinking that was my cotton sweater.
I opened my door, there was no one. I walked down. Some man was sleeping on the couch. I went to the reception. The man woke up and spoke to me but I couldn’t understand. By his information I figured I should not be worried. The woman came from the office and said everything is fine. I started looking at the “sweater” in my hands that turned out to be a towel. I laughed nervously, said “this was so scary” and took an elevator back to my room.
I wanted to cry. I was still shaking. I was so tired from all the worries of coming here and now I couldn’t hold it anymore. During those minutes when I was collecting things I was thinking “in what clothes are you ready to be outside on the streets shleterless? What items do you need to have in the middle of chaos?” I remembered all tips and training for earthquake alerts and hated myself for looking for that stupid hair pin. If things were real I would be dead already. Discovering a towel in my hands made feel ridiculous. Such a Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy move. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. How one can live in such conditions? Making these “vital” decisions in the middle of the night?

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July 8, 2:49 am, Uzhhorod

I woke up because of a siren outside. It was 2 am. The loud sound was filling my tiny room and the phone was bursting in English “It’s an air alert. Find shelter”. I started putting on clothes and shaking at the same time. I put on shorts and stayed in my sleeping tshirt. I was looking for my passport, purse and a hair clip. I forgot that the plastic card key from the room is in the section that turns on the electricity and was looking for it too. I grabbed some light piece of cloth thinking that was my cotton sweater.
I opened my door, there was no one. I walked down. Some man was sleeping on the couch. I went to the reception. The man woke up and spoke to me but I couldn’t understand. By his information I figured I should not be worried. The woman came from the office and said everything is fine. I started looking at the “sweater” in my hands that turned out to be a towel. I laughed nervously, said “this was so scary” and took an elevator back to my room.
I wanted to cry. I was still shaking. I was so tired from all the worries of coming here and now I couldn’t hold it anymore. During those minutes when I was collecting things I was thinking “in what clothes are you ready to be outside on the streets shleterless? What items do you need to have in the middle of chaos?” I remembered all tips and training for earthquake alerts and hated myself for looking for that stupid hair pin. If things were real I would be dead already. Discovering a towel in my hands made feel ridiculous. Such a Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy move. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. How one can live in such conditions? Making these “vital” decisions in the middle of the night?

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