There were two more strafing raids throughout the night, but the major bombing had stopped.
The next morning we saw the extent of the destruction. We could not believe our eyes. We put a white flag at the shelter door and waited in the street to see what would happen next. I had avoided looking in the direction of the house on the hill across from where we were.
When someone from a nearby shelter came running to tell us that the Russians were here, I finally looked up to see if that house on the hill was still there, and it was, but it was not intact. I didn’t know how to feel.
No one knew what to do.
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