Alisa and her mother visited their homeland in December. Alisa stayed with her grandparents in Mariupol (ma-ree-OO-pol), the port city where she grew up. Alisa ate at her favorite restaurants and hung out with friends she missed. Her relatives were preparing for the holidays and making plans for the new year. There was no hint of the danger to come.
Four months later, Mariupol is a very different place. The Russian military has bombed the city more than any other in Ukraine. After weeks of bombing, apartment buildings like the one where Alisa grew up are piles of rubble. The city has been without electricity for weeks. Clean water has been so hard to find that many people have had to rely on melted snow. To stay warm, they have been forced to chop down trees for firewood.
“I didn’t know it was going to turn into a different world,” Alisa says.
Near the end of March, more than 100,000 civilians were trapped in the war-torn city. Nearly all communication with the outside world had been cut off. Alisa hadn’t heard from her grandparents since the first week after the invasion. She had no way of knowing if they were still in the city or had managed to escape. But Alisa knows what she’ll say when she talks to them again.
“I love you and can’t wait until I can hug you,” she says.