War Story

It's easy to see the smiles of the Nova clan when you first glance here. Smiles counted the minutes until the beautiful sunrise arrived and gave us butterflies in our stomachs. That's how we were in front of the sunrise, getting ready to dance our hearts out but it did not happen. The sky was filled with missiles and heart-pounding background noises, and we found ourselves after a blink of an eye outside the vehicles preparing to drive to move the canceled party to a quiet beach.
We sat for a moment to calm the little anxieties that tickled the heart and lit incense, and why not take a picture? Why not leave a taste of an experience we'll never forget?
The person at the entrance called me and Daniel Mami and Mami. His name is Avia, which, by the way, I wish we could find him and sit down for some beer. We know Avia survived, there's no way he won't. Avia told us at the party entrance "Friends, we're just tools."
Suddenly, we find ourselves a tool in a war we did not know had begun from the moment a beautiful sunrise appears. So the experience that we will never forget is one that became the biggest horror show we could see, and we are the tools in the game. We are the main players, and we are told during the show that we must start immediately because we are being shot at. How crazy does that sound, huh? Who is shooting at you? What are you talking about? The only thing left was running - life or death.
To be honest, I begged Daniel to leave me there. My body couldn't. I begged him, "Make sure they kill me, not kidnap me." You already understand that your game is over and it's time to say goodbye. We said goodbye, made calls, sent texts, and said goodbye to all those we love so much.
And my loved ones?
Thanks to them I write the words that are on my mind
Thanks to a sister who didn't reveal my location a father faced only one option - to bring back his daughter alive, he came to the battlefield, where they were shooting, and didn't give up for 4 hours in a position that never ceased to change until he saw me in his eyes. A mother - who watched over us all from above, and I understood that it was still not my time to hug her.
Writing these words while the whole body is shaking when the alarm that just started reminds us of moments, just as music reminds us of experiences or people when we listen to it. At the same time, the alarm reminds the body that the soul is wounded and bleeding, it reminds the body of the massacre we went through, the people we hugged moments ago, and who will never see again.
The body can't forget that the soul is wounded and bleeding and that we may not be healed and will laugh at the smell of incense soon. Maybe we don't want to go jogging again after 4 hours of running away from gunfire
But we will get to that too, trust us, the Nova tribe.
Long live trance, freedom, and the country that is ours♥️