July 8, 2026 — I have to report to superiors

Military Hospital | camp?

I am sitting tied down, either on a bed or on something else. A young man is sitting at my feet, painstakingly hammerring nails into my feet. He looks as if he isn’t torturing a human being, but painting a picture or solving some kind of problem.

A nurse in a white scrub gown and a mask on her face tells him to step away, and he obediently moves to an adjacent bed (bunk). She begins treating the wounds. Another nurse approaches:

— So, what, has he finished already? Did they give you orders to treat the wounds?

— These are wounds, they need to be treated.

— You have no right to do anything without an order! I will report to superiors!

The one who started treating the wounds has a voice and hair texture just like Yulia’s, but her face is hidden by the mask.

Is this why I can no longer walk barefoot on pebbles and stones: my feet hurt unbearably?

I am Olha Stefanishyna, originally from Sevastopol, Crimea.

This is a first-person testimony, based on dissociative flashbacks. I am recording them and analyze them. I do it because I have amnesia and didn’t know I am injured and traumatized till I started to work through it. No one worked with me on it so I am looking for witnesses and support on my own. Open letter.

Incidents from my direct memory and my commentary (real facts) are marked in bold.

The time for these are probably 2014. Location is probably Sevastopol, same as in this one from May 20, 2026.