15/09/1940
Dear diary
There are bomb noises everywhere. No one dares to look out the window. We are currently in Polska (Poland). The war is raging around us. Everyone in our home is anxious, hoping to have home stay home. Every now and then we hear a cry outside. I hope we survive tomorrow.
Love Ewa (Eva).
20/09/1940
Dear diary
It's 11:30pm. The bomb noises are getting louder and louder. As I'm writing, I'm coaxing my little sister Natalia to stop crying. Suddenly a big boom explodes by us. Smoke flows in the room. “Mama, Tata!” (Mum, dad!) I yell. I crawl on the floor with Natalia. I quickly grab my diary and pen, then we jump out the window of our small room. The night sky had a tint of red from all the bombs exploding. Everything was in pieces — except a small streetlight. It shone as bright as a star. “Gdzie będziemy spać?”(Where are we going to sleep) Interrupted Natalia. I look around. I spot a dark alleyway. “To musi wystarczyć.” (That will have to do) I said as I pointed to it. We settled down and this is when I’m writing in my diary. I hope no one catches us.
Love Ewa.
27/09/1940
Dear diary
It's been a week since we've left home, well, since we got bombed! We've been getting some salmon from the lake, lucky it's right across the street. But also we had to flee from our temporary home. The army men found us. We narrowly dodged the bullets. They said Żaden żywy (no survivor standing). We managed to get away from them. The thought crossed my mind. They must've killed everyone and we were the last ones, at least I've still got Natalia. Natalia and I scan around for a sleeping spot. “Tutaj.” (Here) says Natalia. Again, we created a space big enough for the both of us. Please let no one find us.
Love Ewa.
20/09/1945
Dear diary
It's been a year since I've written on this diary. We came back to our temporary home. Apart from that not much has happened. In fact the only reason I'm writing in this old ruffled diary again is because it's the 1st anniversary of when our house got bombed and when mother and father passed away. We haven't met anyone since.
Love Ewa.
20/09/1950
Dear diary
If anyone else is reading this, then this is the 5th anniversary. It's the most exciting day in 5 years. Natalia and I instinctively flinched as we saw a man in the corner of our eye. “Byliście tutaj od wojny?” (Have you been here since war?) The man asked. “tak” (yes) I answer. “To jest pierwszy raz widziałam obcego przez pięć lat” (it's the first time I've seen someone else in 5 years). I say. “Chcesz przyjść do mojego domu i wypić Kompot?” (Would you like to come over to my house and drink some Compote?) he queried. “To by było miłe” (that would be nice) Natalia answers before I say anything. We head over to the strange man's house. We talk about our experience at his house in the middle of the war, well Natalia did at least. Finally, the war is over and we are safe. We can resume to our normal lives again. I hope this war won’t happen again. But right now, we need a home, food, and money.
Love Ewa
20/9/1950 (Part 2)
In case you were wondering I was actually writing in my diary when Natalia was rambling on about our war experience and I ended the diary entry. This is a carry on to the previous diary entry. After we told him everything (mostly Natalia) he announced we could stay with him and he'd adopt us. He readies a room for us. We got ourselves comfortable in our room. I'm so exited for what's adventure we have next. We’re now ready for our next crazy adventure.
Love Ewa
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