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 travel to these parts mostly in December when the mud volcanoes resemble the surface of Mars.
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