My name is Thomas Gibbons-Nef.

A couple days ago, I traveled with local reporter Natalia Yormak, a photographer, Tyler Hicks,

the Kramatorsk, a city in eastern Ukraine that is slowly being surrounded by Russian troops.

When we arrived, it felt very much like a ghost town.

Most shops were closed, the people left were elderly, and it felt like it was preparing

for some kind of storm.

Here on Friday, what was presumed to be a Russian missile hit the railway station killing

more than 50 people.

And it was still very apparent that an attack had taken place.

There were birth cars in the parking lot, shattered glass, spat her about, blood that

was still pulled out front, and in the main atrium, along with the luggage of those who

had been killed, maintenance workers picking up pieces of the building.

We met Tatiana, the fifth-year-old, blonde woman.

She was running a snack stand sold coffee and snacks next to the station.

She was huddled up in winter clothing and it was cold and windy that day.

She said that she had been there when the missile had struck.

She said that she remembers the explosions and inducted inside the family into this

wooden bazaar behind her.

And then when she re-emerged, she recalled cars on fire, people running and discreased

from the train station.

She was certainly, certainly in shock, and it was kind of crazy that she had come back

to work so soon.

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