What am I still doing on this hellsite

Well, as you might know, February 24 Ukraine was bombed. We woke up in the morning from explosions. I remember us wandering at the street to the metro station and then getting back after realising we won't get inside. We packed more things back at home and got on the local bus that goes to the opposite part of the town. On one of the stations we decided to go out and I realized I have a plan and I know a bunker we might stay in. We called grandma to get to us by public transport as well, waited for her and got to the bunker together. We will sit there for 4 days.

That's where I get to the sad part - we didn't have a carriage for our cats. So we left them to our neighbour who decided to stay to watch them. We had a plan to take them out by the volunteers later... Long story short that didn't work.

But for now we were at the bunker. We took the only animal we could take - our friends' dog - and we heard explosions only when were taking the dog out to walk. The rest time in the bunker was quiet. For example, my friend who was still at Saltovka heard everything, including the fighters flying around every evening.

We also invited to the bunker our friend, a migrant from Cameroon, who is twice a refugee 'cause started his life in Ukraine in Donbas. He had a car and also a plan created by his friends from a religious group. So on the 4th day we left by car. Loooong road. Also for 4 days.

In Kropivnitsky there was still air alarm and shots at the street. At the morning we had to fix our trunk. We did it and were late at Uman', where we saw a burnt truck after bombing we were late on... Later, after big help of local people with the car we came to Nemirov. First calm night. Ever. Then, we got to Chernivtsi. Sadly, alarm again. At Chernivtsi I ate well the first time without feeling sick after. Then we took a long road through Karpaty to Vilok. My grandmother saw these mountains first. In Vilok we crossed the border with Hungary. The calmest night ever at Vasharoshnameny. By the way, we were taken to the place of our night stay by local police woman on her car! Up next - on two trains to Budapest, again we were helped by local to get from one train to another! In Budapest right after getting from train we were grabbed by a volunteer and she leads us to the volunteer station, where we met Anastasia, who took us in for a night.

There we got sad news - a house near ours (in Kharkiv) got bombed, our windows broke, cats run away. Our biggest loss so far. It happened a day before the volunteers could take them. I can't forgive myself to this day.

From Budapest we got to Krakow, and from Krakow, again after 4 days, to current location, mostly by trains too. That's how it went.

Friend from Cameroon considers Portugal.

I don't feel safe enough. Putin's propagandists say they might attack other countries of Europe too. When and how - not certain.

Belarus steps in. Mariupol is a living nightmare. It's hard to watch the news.

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Fazla — Bosnia & Herzegovina’s Eurovision 1993 singer — recounts his perilous journey out of Sarajevo to reach the song contest in Ireland

For a newly independent nation facing its darkest days and potential annihilation, it was a moment of hope and connection during a war that would ultimately kill around 14,000 people. For Muhamed Fazlagić — the country’s first-ever Eurovision performer — it was a moment that would stay with him for the rest of his life.

“We came with mud on our feet and in our pants and jacket,” he says of his difficult journey from war-torn Sarajevo to Eurovision. “They knew we didn’t come for the money or to make a career out of it. They knew why we came there — just to bring our story to as many living rooms as we could.”