I started volunteering on the fourth day of the war, because I simply couldn’t come to terms with the new reality. I tried everything that was happening at the volunteer center, starting with rolling cigarettes and ending with writing letters to the front from the smallest volunteers. I felt that I wasn’t doing enough. I took a lot on myself, which ended in the moment when I simply burned out. I decided not to give up, but to take up one task and do it as well as possible and not tire myself out. Now I generally weave nets. If someone had once told me that I would be weaving a few hours a day, I would have laughed. But it’s become very necessary for me. Weaving distracts me. Monotonous work helps calm you, and you don’t watch the news every 10 minutes.