The civilians who managed to get out of the port city located on the sea of Azov and are taken care of in Zaporijia will remain marked by the violence they have experienced and by the proximity of death.
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Nadiejda has just descended from a car in front of the reception center installed at the southern entrance of the city of Zaporijia to manage the arrival of refugees coming from Maroupol, City Ukrainian by the sea of Azov, martyred by the war since the Russian attack. Faced with medical staff, she harangue. No anger in his voice, just an instinct of survival that makes him up the tone more than she would like. Talking hard to try, in vain, to conjure a fear that has become rooted in itself. As if the terror had not stopped when she left Maroupol and that she had not finished with the shower of shells who stopped falling on her city for a month. A bloody dressing that asks to be changed covers a part of the forehead.
Remaining with my husband, his daughter and his son-in-law in his home in the Primorsky district, near the harbor, still held by the Ukrainians, she tried to go out on foot and bike. “We had to give up because of the bombings. We descended less and less to the cellar. But Friday, a shell touched the roof. That’s where I was injured in the skull and by hand.” p>
By luck, the car, which has not been touched, allowed them to flee, Saturday, April 2, to Mangoush. The forehead has a new dressing, its stream of lyrics slows down. Nadiejda then plunges his infinitely sad eyes into those of his interlocutor: “I was well in this country, in my life, in my work, my house, and then everything started.”
“Fear is palpable “
This Saturday, in this center that does not send, the veil of the lived horror in Maroupol reads in the eyes of all those who have just come out of this hell of fire, without water, neither electricity nor gas, neither phone. Children, young people, adults, mothers, elderly, hardened men, no one seems to escape. As if an implacable distance froze in a fixed look but that we feel that he sees, at the same time, scroll through other images of non-name violence. It distinguishes each time the same reality. These inhabitants of Mariquol are no longer the hostages of a city destroyed, but their spirit will remain marked forever by this border experience between life and death.
“Nearly 2,000 people arrived by bus last night and this morning, and nearly four hundred private cars Are still blocked on the road, at the dams, 50 kilometers from here “, details Vadislaw Moroko, which manages for the military regional administration the flow of displaced from Maroupol and the surroundings. The convoys, arrived Saturday in Zaporijia, had to pass twelve Russian dams that multiply vexatious excavations. But for once, Vadislaw did not send his buses to Berdiansk for nothing. The inhabitants of Maroupol were able to go out and reach this city.
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