Start from ccratch.
Ironically, we had to several times. For the first time, feeling confident, we said goodbye because of the war with our home.
We moved to another big city, hoping to find housing and work. As it turned out, it was not easy. Many things had to be left behind. Then we agreed on an apartment, but upon arrival it turned out that someone was ahead of us. When we finally managed to find a place to live and move in, the job search began. Employers, when they found out that we were refugees, were reluctant to make contact and promised only work with little pay. At the same time, we had to pay rent and pay bills. My wife and I got a job, fought like this for 1 year and 6 months. I worked as a driver for the family,
and worked part-time in a taxi.
The wife got a job at a garment factory as an assistant manager. One winter, snowy day, before paying the rent, we were not robbed. We just returned home, and the door was open ... they took only the money and turned everything over. Worked clearly and cleanly, without traces. Police.. worries, conversations with landlords... after which it was decided to return to the shelling and endure. Have returned. Patience did not last long. 3 months later, after a terrible shelling, when shells hit a neighboring house and people died, and we were miraculously lucky, we left again, to a smaller town.
To be continued…