First, she got to the village of Pishchanka. “I met a woman,” she said, “who asked if I was OK. I started to cry.” She was offered tea and food, and invited to spend the night. The next morning, she kept walking, until she reached Melekyne. A curfew meant she had to stop at 20:00. A day later, she walked to Yalta. The following one, to Berdyansk. “I walked all that time,” she said.
