Azerbaijan has not been disclosing its navy loss of life toll. But the federal government mentioned Saturday that 14 civilians have been killed in Ganja, Azerbaijan’s second-largest metropolis, in an in a single day missile assault by Armenia.
Officials say that greater than half the individuals of Nagorno-Karabakh have fled their houses, although the martial legislation at the moment in impact bars males of navy age from leaving the territory. Those who stayed behind embody ladies who need to be near their husbands, sons and fathers despatched to the entrance traces. The coronavirus is much down the checklist of individuals’s worries, although worldwide help organizations warn that cramped bomb shelters are spreading an infection.
Alyona Shakhramanyan, 33, and her neighbors from the fifth ground of an condominium constructing in Shusha, the hilltop city, moved three weeks in the past into a part of their dirt-floor basement. They common a door out of a sheet of corrugated plastic and taped cardboard over the openings in the concrete partitions. One of the ladies is sick — a chilly, they are saying, that she caught as a result of of the drafty air.
Ms. Shakhramanyan’s brother, who, like her husband, is on the entrance, has not been answering his telephone. When she went exterior to do laundry yesterday, she was frightened by the thrill of a drone. Rocket artillery hit the close by Holy Savior Cathedral twice earlier this month, and the paving stones exterior it have been nonetheless stained with the blood of a Russian journalist critically injured in the second strike.
“No one helps us here,” Ms. Shakhramanyan mentioned. “We are on our own.”
At the navy cemetery in Stepanakert, the resting place of fighters who died in the Nineteen Nineties, the authorities eliminated a retaining wall and dug into a hillside to make means for the brand new casualties. Amid the artificial-flower wreaths and easy grave websites on the freshly graded, rocky dust, a man whose brother was gone unfold his arms in grief.
“These are fresh — our guys,” he cried, his voice trailing off. “What is there to say?”