Survive in Kharkiv in the skeletons of buildings gutted by Russian missiles

KHARKIV – The field shower in the courtyard, mumbling of soup in the collective kitchen among the trees. Marina rings the bell to gather: hungry souls emerge from the shaken doors. Up on the third floor, the wind blows in the naked orbit of the window. Splashes of rain wet the floors of the condominium. Here they are all like this, the condominiums: gutted, blackened. Abandoned, dead.