A blog from World War 2

November 27, 1944

While we were sleeping, we heard the siren go off. We run down to the shelter and soon after the bombs start falling, one bomb even made our shelter tremble. The nuns are praying, I hope their prayers are heard so we’ll all survive and be able to return to our loved ones who await us with bated breath. After an hour and a half, we leave the shelter and we see fire everywhere outside, a nearby street is in flames. We get a coffee and walk to work. Along the way, people are sweeping up broken glass, not one window was left intact along this 400 meter route. We’re told that many parts of Munich were heavily bombed, the entire city is without water. We cannot even wash our faces.

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