Sunday, April 19, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
Today was truly, absolutely the worst day ever in Sarajevo. The shooting started around noon. Mommy and I moved into the hall. Daddy was in his office, under our apartment, at the time. We told him on the intercom to run quickly to the downstairs lobby where we'd meet him. We brought Cicko (Ziata's canary) with us. The gunfire was getting worse, and we couldn't get over the wall to the bobars', so we ran down to our cellar.