Reporter’s notebook
For a moment, Al Jezira cameraman experienced life under the Russian bomb – and all its side effects.
Kyiv, Ukraine – As I feel like a blast in my stomach, I am free from my sleep, as if some balloons have burst. This feeling comes immediately with the sound of the actual explosion. Now I am awake.
Phone messages put a cold light in my room in a in -in -in, our Ukrainian manufacturer Luda warned that drone and ballastic missiles were coming. While my eyes are adjusting to the rigid shine of the phone, I register that it was 2 in the morning and in my deep sleep I missed the air red siren that had gone almost an hour ago. Typically, the air siren sounds twice, once the closest start of the attack, and to remove all the obvious sound at the second second.
My congenial response is that when I wake up from it, I go back to sleep, but the secondary explosion, perhaps the surface-to-month barrier makes it physically impossible and activates a specific deformity on the back of my mind.
It is wise to remove heavy curtains and stay away from the windows because the nearby explosion can create a shock wave that can break, shower traders with glass shards. My curtain-pointed windows are improperly on me, so I reluctantly pull some clothes and shuffle in the bathroom, which is happily free of window.
I can clearly hear the drone talk clearly. Like the monster’s angry horses, they are heading directly towards my building, after which the aircraft machine gun is due to the fast triple boom of the fire.
I find that the bathroom walls are covered in large square tiles. The nearby effects will explode these tiles on the walls. They could potentially break down on me.
The war has changed the tasty decorative choices in a dangerous and unwanted environment. Half an hour has passed, and since there was no slow in the deadly attack, I caught a small backpack with my bite, wallet and passport, and tried to go to the lobby for silent shelter with my hotel guests.
In the next hour, the passing vin of the drone, the air protection is marked by fire and constant explosion. There are some intercepts, some have effects, some of the nearest hypersonic “Kinzal” missiles show the sound of the missile.
I assure myself that this particular hotel is very unlikely to be hit. Yet there is a fear, there is a kind of doubt that the sky is in danger and death is disappearing. There is a feeling of powerlessness. The staccato punch of the machine gun fire is the voice of the external brave, the voice of the resistance of men and women who wrestling for control. Ukrainians have to face the terror of the night every evening because the air attack deprives them of sleep, stress, disabled and murder. But in a week I can go home.
At 5am, the siren offers all the clear. We returned to our bed, though, now, the 397 drones started in Kiev and wired from 18 missiles, no easily.
In the morning, we visit the site with several effects – apartment blocks, warehouses, an outpatient clinic. Twenty-five people were injured and both were killed-Abuov, a 65-year-old boy, had recently undergone a backbone surgery and unable to leave in time, and 22-year-old Maria had successfully escaped from the apartment but briefly returned. At that moment, she lost her life.
Read, rescue staff and fire brigade worked hard, removed waste and waste, patching on the blast-out window, and gave tea, instant lapisi, medical supply, and most importantly the atmosphere of solidarity and support.
At the same time in the Ukraine Recovery Council, President Volodimier Zelensky warned that soon Russia would send 1000 drones in the same night, he feared that he could successfully resist the “InterSPer” drone.
While the war in Ukraine is going on, it seems that the sky’s control will increase by the battles of the drone-on-drone, once a scissors Dream, now a dream of night.
