reporter: tanya tkept a journal. nothing s changed she writes. no heat or running water as well. lived in the basement. when they emerged, tanya tool photos and videos of her apartment building pockmarked with bullet holes. unexplained shells in streets. desperate people looting a bomb-damaged store for food. no water to drink. reporter: they scavenged for drinking water pulling buckets from street sewers. ah. taking the water from the rain water. taking the rain, waiting for the rain water. reporter: heavy shelling on nearby houses, tanya wrote on march 5th. we went to sleep with the thought how to survive and stay alive. one day a shell exploded near dmitri as he waited for water. fell down three in front of us. one guy was without head who was like taking the water. another one in the line was like
unexploded shells in residential streets. desperate people looting a bomb damaged store. for food. there s no water to drink. they scavenged for drinking water. pulling buckets from street suers. the rain water. and waiting for the rain water. heavy shelling on nearby houses, she wrote on march 5. we went to sleep with the thought of how to survive and stay alive. one day a shell exploded near him as he stood in line for water. it fell down and three people in front of us. one guy was without head. who was like taking the water. and other one in the line was half a head. and the last one was killed. with my three people completely i saw clearly. we were making a grave for them. digging. in your neighborhood? yes. finally. it was all too much.
bomb-damaged store for food. there is no water to drink. reporter: they looked for drinking water. from the rain water. waiting for the rain water. reporter: heavy shelling on nearby houses, tonya wrote, on march 5th. we all went to sleep with the thought, how the survive and stay alive. one day a shell exploded near dmitri as he was looking for water. one came down and killed three people in front of us. one guy was without head. who was like taking the water. another one in the line was like a half a head. the last one was killed. with my own eyes, like three people i saw killed and we were making a grave for them. digging, yes. reporter: finally, it was all too much. the last day, i saw my father because may mother was completely destroyed mentally.