Descripción de la aplicación
La aplicación te alertará sobre las alarmas de ataque aéreo en tu ciudad.
AirAlert está desarrollado por el equipo de chichi.com.ua en colaboración con voluntarios dedicados.
Durante la guerra, chichi funcionará como un sistema de alerta de ataques aéreos. Cuando termine el conflicto, restauraremos nuestro servicio de reservas para salones de belleza.
La aplicación incluye:
- Un mapa interactivo de alertas
- Sonidos personalizables de notificación de alarma
- Ajuste del volumen de las alertas
Para silenciar las notificaciones: simplemente toca el botón en la pantalla principal
Aviso importante: Nos esforzamos por ser precisos, pero no podemos garantizar:
- Alertas 100% correctas o oportunas debido a:
- Limitaciones técnicas
- Restricciones del teléfono
- Retrasos en la transmisión de datos
Soluciones para problemas comunes: "El estado de la alarma se muestra incorrectamente", "No sonó ninguna alerta cuando debería haberlo hecho", "Notificaciones retrasadas por más de 5 minutos"
Nuestros datos provienen de fuentes oficiales del gobierno. Solo podemos mostrar información según la recibimos; si los canales oficiales no reportan una alarma, tampoco nosotros lo sabremos.
Reportar errores: Si detectas alguna discrepancia, contáctanos inmediatamente. Valoramos tu retroalimentación para mejorar nuestro servicio.
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