My mother and I lived in Mariupol; we had a home, a family, work. When the war started, we lost our loved ones and our life. My mother and I were deported to Russia, all the way to the Urals; they transported us for three days like cattle in a railway car, and we went through every humiliation of human dignity! Interrogations, being made to strip, threats, but we are Ukrainians and we wanted to get to Ukraine no matter what! So we pulled ourselves together and set off into the unknown; we didn't know what awaited us ahead, but we had the strength and the spirit to overcome it all. We traveled several thousand kilometers through two enemy countries, we traveled for a week, slept at train stations, ate whatever we could, and we endured and believed in ourselves, that we could bear it all. We didn't break, we didn't take their citizenship or their handouts, we endured threats and humiliation, and we managed to break free from that oppression and propaganda; we got through Belarus to Ukraine and cried with joy that we had managed to do it. My mother and I are not broken, we are Ukrainians, we love our country! When we arrived in Chernivtsi, our police questioned me; when I told them our story, our life and our escape from the enemy, they said that we were well done and heroes, that you should write a book, and that there had never been anyone like us in Chernivtsi before. So I would like to raise money for our own housing, even a little house in a village, or at least something of our own, and to support our health. We are already exhausted from the stress, and half of our health is gone; we need to take care of ourselves and keep ourselves going. Thank you for your attention and your support! Glory to Ukraine!