It was around 5 am, on February 24, when the sound of two distant explosions, about half a second between them, woke me up.

We arrived to our relatives’ around 6:30 am. Some were worried, others were indifferent, the two kids were just walking around.

We didn’t sleep much. I slept a bit more than Rita, but it’s not like it made much of a difference. Explosions were heard every 2-3 hours. In what I can only guess was early morning, I woke up from a nightmare and my head was racing.