Libkos does on the ground reporting and photography in the Ukrainian city of Toretsk. Their brief descriptions are intense. Accompanied with their photos, it shows the state of the city and that conditions of the war there have outgrown the word hell.
I wish them and their colleagues safety.
Below you will find his tweet thread.
We are entering the city in two separate groups. I am with the military, and Vlada is with the legendary Ukrainian volunteer Denis Khrystov we have long wanted to meet, and his team.
The city greets us with smog, making it hard to breathe. Toretsk is burning, every part of it. The city is scorched in entire blocks, and entering and moving around is a gamble because the artillery doesn’t cease, and KABs (guided bombs) hit the city almost every hour.
As we enter Toretsk, I see smoke rising from two such bombs. At that time, I don’t yet know that they fell just 150 meters from Vlada and Denis, who are gathering people and animals for evacuation.
Many people want to leave, but there are also those who are afraid to go because they are disillusioned (the majority), as well as those who are obviously "waiting."
Both groups stay in the basements, as it is dangerous to come out, and besides, they have nowhere to go — their apartments and houses have long been destroyed by Russian artillery.
Now a bit about logistics and moving around the city. All the main streets of Toretsk are nearly 24/7 controlled by enemy FPV drones, creating so-called "roads of death,"
full of burned-out cars. Meanwhile, the parallel alleys and alternative routes through the yards are so destroyed by artillery that fallen trees and debris also almost make passage impossible.
So you either risk losing a wheel by hitting a nail or shrapnel, or you must travel on the main arteries and hope that the electronic warfare (EW) will work.
Denis’s EW worked. It saved the life of the driver waiting for Denis and Vlada in the white evacuation van, but it could have cost Vlada dearly, who was just a meter from the impact and miraculously managed to run into a concrete bunker during the deadly dive.
Toretsk has blackened and smells of death. Dead birds and animal remains are scattered along the deserted streets. According to Uncle Vitya, a local whom Denis’s group evacuated along with five parrots, two cats, and a shepherd dog named Bada
locals who die from the shelling are buried in their own yards, if they can be buried at all.
Our military holds the city, but it takes tremendous effort. In Ukraine, the word “hell” has long lost its sacred meaning: mythical hell is not frightening when you have seen the real one with your own eyes so many times.
PS: Vlada received a small contusion from the explosion and still felt bad all night.