Hello everyone who reads my blog!🤗🖤

Sorry for not posting for a few days, I've been busy. Soon I will share with you photos and stories of how I ended up abroad. I will share my experience.

But today I want to share photos of my acquaintance and good friend, his name is Sergey. He is a photographer, I worked with his wife at the art center.

Here is a link to his Facebook profile, I advise you to visit it:

https://www.facebook.com/makaroffoto

He was a very good wedding photographer, but events made him a war photographer.

I still remember the smell of fires, when all the clothes smelled of them and food. Everything was cooked on a fire, without gas it was very difficult.
Neighbors took turns watching to keep the fire burning. Everyone was collecting firewood...there was a lot of it (trees that fell because of the bombs, windows that fell).

I look at this photo, I smell the dust in the basement again. A large number of people, everyone is trying to help each other, everyone is scared. Children who run dirty and count how many bombs the plane will throw.

Charge mobile phones from a generator. We found it by accident ... a bomb fell and the shock wave opened the garage and there was a generator. The owners of the garage immediately left at the beginning of the war.

One of the first explosions we heard nearby. On the first floor there was a pizzeria, on the second there was a wedding salon.

By the way, so that the curators and participants do not have questions about the fact that I am from Mariupol. Once upon a time I shared photos from Mariupol. There are photos of the drama theater, me, my family.
I just never thought that I would talk about the city. But now I really want to share. Why? Probably because I have no one to discuss it with.

Link:

@curly-xu/my-city-photo-of-mariupol-winter

And if you forgot what I look like, this is a link to my first post:

@curly-xu/hello-steemit-my-name-is-oksana-i-m-a-girl-of-art-it-s-my-introduce