‘I see destroyed shops, broken fences, roofs with holes where shells struck, windows boarded up with plywood, and deserted streets.
The local people are living in bomb shelters.
In the bomb shelter, the air is humid and it the smells of mold. Mold penetrates everywhere in these ragged walls and slowly destroys them from within.
Beds are in close lines, the plaster on the walls is cracked, and a faint light bulb blinks overhead. Fifty two people, including children, have lived her for half a year.’
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