Diary entry of Edith, 12, living in Berlin.
It is Thursday, September 25. This week there have been four air raids. I am starting to get used to being in the shelter but it the alarm never ceases to scare me. There have been a few times when mother and father haven’t made it back to the air shelter by home, and sometimes I’m at school. When I’m at school it is good because I at least have all of my friends. But it still really scares me because it is so dark and moist. All you hear is the loud banging and the sound of the alarm. Sometimes I cry and Hans has to comfort me. I can’t wait until this is over. Will it ever end?
Until then.
Edith