Our village was burned the first time on the 12th of May in 1992. We were making Chacha in the yard.
On the 6th of August, we were at the cafe, Farn, in the city center. Who would’ve thought that a bomb would fall out of the sky and hit the cafe in two days?
I was against the breakdown of the Soviet Union. It was dangerous. People still remembered what had happened in 1920.
The war started on November 23, 1989, for us. They wanted to hold a rally here. So many people came down to the villages including many from Svaneti.
Armed clashes broke out in the city. There were murders. An emergency curfew was declared in Tskhinval.
When the unrest started, my aunt got up and took her grandkids, all the little ones, and ran off to Vladikavkaz.
Now my heart aches when my husband tells the story, I yell at him. Don’t remind me of that time, I tell him. What’s it all for?
The first time I processed that the war had started was on 5th of August. I was standing in the yard with my friends.
A few times they brought us out like they were going to take us somewhere. I always thought they were about to execute us.
We don’t mean anyone any harm, we were born with Ossetians, we were raised with Ossetians, we said. It was exactly so, we got along great before that.
On the morning of the 8th of August, after the heavy firings the whole night, I ran to my neighbor to see how they were doing.
I replay this often, that she calls her son and someone picks up the phone there and tells her he is dead.
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