“When there was shooting, he would ask ‘Dad who’s shooting now?’. I’d say ‘ours’. ‘And now?’, he’d ask. I’d tell him ‘It’s our men being attacked,’ In the night, he would see tanks in his dreams. When bombs dropped from the sky, he would wake up frightened. But despite it all he would still have fun. After the attack though, he’s changed drastically,” says Oleksandr.
