A blog from World War 2

April 30, 1944

It’s very cold in the shelter, we decide to go sleep in the basement of our old guesthouse. We slowly go down there, lighting the way with some candles our landlady gave us. In the basement there are wood beds and bales of hay, it’s much warmer, we use the hay to make ourselves wonderful beds. We’re about to fall asleep peacefully when we see embers falling from up above. Five days have gone by and it’s still burning, we have no choice but to go back to our cement shelter.

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