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1 6 June. Our windows broke when a shell hit a store across the street. Mummy and Daddy were in

the yard getting lunch ready, and I had gone upstairs to set the table. Suddenly I heard a terrible

bang. I was terrified and ran towards the hall. That same moment, Mummy and Daddy were at the

door, out of breath and pale. They hugged me, and we ran to the cellar. We returned to our

apartment to find the rooms full of glass. I found a piece of shrapnel and part of a grenade. Thank

God, I had been in the kitchen because I could have been hit.

29 June. Boredom!!! Shooting!!! Hunger!!! Fear!!! That's my life. A child without schools, games,

without friends, without nature. A child without a childhood. God, will this ever stop? I feel like

crying. I am crying. 5. "A child without a childhood." Is this true of all the children of Sarajevo? Why?​

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