Every building we visit has a story to tell. I'm wondering sometimes what kind of story we'll leave behind...

We have now enough beds for everybody - that is, everybody but the one that has to go out and search for stuff.

Our place is starting to resemble a proper home. Let's furnish it so we can live in a relative comfort, it keeps the spirits up.

We finally managed to distill some moonshine. In a city under siege food and alcohol are always in high demand.

Fucking snow. It buried half of the city so deep that we can't get there. No point waiting for the snow plows...

The dogs of war have been raging insanely all around for so long. Too long for many. But I survived and I hope I am not the only one.

We've combed through all the neighborhood, it's harder and harder to find anything useful. This war can't end soon enough.

The bandits came in packs like dogs driven mad with hunger. We beat them back every night. And everyone survived. A miracle.

With just kind words and deeds, we helped one of us survive the darkest depression that can kill just as dead as a bullet.

The winter's gone. The freeze is over. We made it through... everyone made it! Amazing.

It’s the children who suffer the most during war. They need all the help they can get. Thank you!

In the beginning, we didn't hope we'll all make it. So many died. And yet we're still here. This surely means something... right?

What good fortune, not only we managed to dress these critical wounds, but they are healing nicely. Someone must be praying for us.

This recovery from a grave illness proves that medicines work miracles. Or perhaps some of us have really robust immune systems.

Attacking a place that shelters a kid… Atrocious! We stand together to protect our little one!

We wish we could be kids again and have fun with practically nothing.

Kids… they sometimes seem to be far away from this war. It’s heartwarming.

We made it! Schools will reopen soon. From now on, kids will live a normal life again.

Solidarity. That’s the first thing we have to teach to our children.

At least the kid has a new playmate. Maybe it will even be a break from our daily routine here.

War can’t shut people’s mouths. Sometimes graffiti speaks more than a thousand words.

Nothing is more beautiful to see than a child smile and play again.

Safe at last, I looked back at the burning city and wept. I wished that all who wanted to leave it could do so. Escape from Pogoren.

It’s crucial that kids learn to survive on their own. What if we don’t come back one night?