I fled here so that I would no longer see the horrors of war. I have lost many fragments of my memory due to an injury sustained during a blow to the back of the head with the butt of a machine gun. I lost the comrades who were with me to the end, they were torn apart by the explosion. I lost my family, they were taken away in an unknown direction, after which their bodies were found downstream. I miss my hometown, where I could work with documents and print books for the library, but it was destroyed during the battle for the territory. I'm tired.

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...We are literally fighting on the bones of our comrades, crushing them to dust. I didn't want this to go on. I didn't want to kill. I ran away here.