on board, two doctors and two psychologists from the zubr emergencies ministry squad were waiting for while somewhere in the desert, exhausted people were shaking in minivans. our plane drew a detour on the map to go around the territory of ukraine. the plane flew over the bryansk, belgorod and volgograd regions of russia, made a path over kalmykia, flew over dagestan and georgia, drew a diagonal on turkey, passed on the left. cyprus crossed the mediterranean sea and arrived in cairo. the landing was carried out very quickly, in about 20 minutes, takeoff and the way home. someone spoke emotionally with journalists, someone switched off, barely felt safe. children, about twenty of them were taken out of the gas, played, drew, tried to see something in the dark windows. and only when the landing strip of our national airport pushed the chassis. it became clear to everyone, the mission was accomplished, our homes. yes and no, belarusians were evacuated from their loved ones, and where they were born to become close to our compatriots, it does not matter, families flew home, in which the