I was taking my midday siesta when I heard planes passing over the house for a long time. It was quite frightening. Then I woke up and stopped the fan, and the noise was gone. Just now, I am hearing planes passing over the city again, but it may be just a heavy truck. But no, they are jets in the sky. Last evening we had to alarm calls, and we took refuge in the hardened room of the apartment. That's life here in these days of war.
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