From the very first day the war started, I was with my family in Gagra, except my husband. The war started at the very gate of my house. We were living on the highway, at the entrance of Gagra, and the first attack between Georgian and Abkhazian people happened at the gate of my house. We were waiting for death for two days. The whole family was in the cellar. We had been in the cellar of our home for two days, together with five families (whom were our neighbors) and children. We were hiding and didn’t know how or when we would escape. These five families were Georgian. For a month and a half, we were in Gagra. We heard that Abkhazians will come to slaughter us and we started thinking from which way we could escape, and we thought about using the sea. We had terrible and heavy days during this month and a half, but thanks to God when we were fleeing Gagra we survived and could stay alive. The last date I was in my home was on the 27th of September. I have not been to my home since this time, and my one dream before my death is to see my home once again if it is still there. After that war, we have traveled a lot, we changed cities, villages, and countries. My children changed 7-8 schools. We were changing our living places according to offered living accommodations. At last, we ended up in Zugdidi. Then I received a job in a hospital and during this job I undergone another war, because Sokhumi fell a year after in 1993. In the hospital, we received wounded people and soldiers. In this period there was no electricity, no gas, no water, and hunger. There was no bread, but thanks to God we were able to endure these hardships. My children have grown up and they are already adults, they finished their studies and now they have their own families, and they live their own lives.