My Mariupol diary: ‘A shell crushed the family next door. Just bury them in the garden, they told us’
7:30am, again a nightmare: A rocket flew by outside of the living room window.
My family ran around the area looking for water. They did not find water, but they found a looted pharmacy. It was trashed. If they would sell, people would buy, but meanwhile they take everything that they see. My family were lucky: trachisan, aspirin, ibuprofen, antivirals. They say a woman in a panic was looking for hormones for her thyroid gland. After surgery, crying...
People on the street have begun to barter. Chocolates for water.
It seems tomorrow we will start to implement the plan with bags. Go to the toilet not on the toilet, but in a bag. The bins are horrible. They have not been collected since February 24.
There is no gas, I am in a panic. This is the first time I feel desperate.
We sat until 9pm for the news. Nothing about Mariupol. The whole country is a nightmare.