A blog from World War 2

December 17, 1944

The siren goes off continuously, there is no peace. Last night, the third siren wasn’t like the ones earlier in the day. While we were in the shelter, we heard constant shooting, then a bomb fell about 10 meters away and the shelter shook violently. When the shooting stopped, we went outside: we could see outside as if it were day, the city is enveloped in flames. The windows in our room are all broken, it’s horribly cold.

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