Zlata's Diary 3

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Saturday, April 18, 1992

Dear Mimmy,

There's shooting, shells are falling. This really is WAR. Mommy and Daddy are worried, they sit up until late at night, talking. They're wondering what to do, but it's hard to know. Whether to leave and split up, or stay here together. Keka want to take me to Ohrid. Mommy can't make up her mind - she's constantly in tears. She tries to hide it from me, but I see everything. I see that things aren't good here. There's no peace. War has suddenly entered our town, our homes, our thoughts, our lives. It's terrible.

It's also terrible that Mommy has packed my suitcase.

Love,
Zlata Ziata's Diary

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