It felt like watching your loved ones being tortured and having to provide a running commentary. For the first 10 days of the war, I felt paralysed, waiting for the moment when staying silent would become more unbearable than speaking out.
When that moment came, I started putting my feelings down on paper in no chronological, or any other, order: just as they came. It was the only way I could do it. Please do not judge the notes below by any literary criteria—but accept them as random memories and impressions.