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June 20, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
Auntie Radmila (Mommyâs friend from work) came today. She came from VojniÄko polje (a new housing complex). Her apartment has been completely destroyed. Wiped out in the shelling. Everything in it has been destroyed. All thatâs left is a useless pile of furniture, clothes, pictures and all the other things that go into an apartment. Sheâs sad, because her daughters SunÄica and Mirna arenât there (theyâre in Zagreb), but sheâs glad they didnât have to live through the hell of VojniÄko polje. Today we heard that Narmin TuliÄ, the actor at the Experimental Theater, lost both his legs. Awful! Awful! Awful!
SaÅ¡a went to stay with his grandmother. But heâll probably be coming back.
Your Zlata
Monday, June 22, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
More blood on the streets of Sarajevo. Another massacre. In Tito Street. Three people killed, thirty-five wounded. Shells fell on RadiÄ, Miss Irbin and Å enoa streets. About fifteen people were killed in the three streets. Iâm worried that something may have happened to Marinaâ, Marijanaâs or Ivanaâs parents.
These people just go on killing. MURDERS!
I pity them for being so very, very stupid, so servile, for humiliating themselves so much in front of certain people. Terrible!!!!!!
Your Zlata
Tuesday, June 23, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
Cicko could have been killed today. He fell out of the kitchen window onto a tin roof. We ran downstairs into the yard and brought him in. He just lay there in the corner of his cage, blinking madly. I tried to cheer him up with a leaf of lettuce. Fortunately he survived.
A shell fell on the central market and the cathedral today.
The electricity went out at eight oâclock last night. Itâs now 11:30 and itâs still not back.
HORRIBLE
Zlata
Wednesday, June 24, 1992
Dear Mimmy, 9:45âthe water is back on. Still no electricity. 10:30âweâve still got water. 12:00âno water, but weâve got electricity.
YESSS!
Mimmy, Iâve just realized that all my friends have left: Oga, Martina, Matea, Dejan, Vanja and Andrej.
OHHHH!
Theyâre shooting outside. Bojana and I arenât allowed to go out into the yard, so weâre rollerskating in the lobby of their building. Itâs not bad!
These are the books Iâve read so far: Mommy I Love You, Eagles Fly Early, and the next book Iâm going to read is Little Toto.
Your Zlata
Monday, June 29, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
BOREDOM!!! SHOOTING!!! SHELLING!!! PEOPLE BEING KILLED!!! DESPAIR!!! HUNGER!!! MISERY!!! FEAR!!!
Thatâs my life! The life of an innocent eleven-year-old schoolgirl!! A schoolgirl without a school, without the fun and excitement of school. A child without games, without friends, without the sun, without birds, without nature, without fruit, without chocolate or sweets, with just a little powdered milk. In short, a child without a childhood. A wartime child. I now realize that I am really living through a war, I am witnessing an ugly, disgusting war. I and thousands of other children in this town that is being destroyed, that is crying, weeping, seeking help, but getting none. God, will this ever stop, will I ever be a schoolgirl again, will I ever enjoy my childhood again? I once heard that childhood is the most wonderful time of your life. And it is. I loved it, and now an ugly war is taking it all away from me. Why? I feel sad. I feel like crying. I am crying.
Your Zlata
Thursday, July 2, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
We gave ourselves a treat today. We picked the cherries off the tree in the yard and ate them all up. We had watched it blossom and its small green fruits slowly turn red and now here we were eating them. Oh, youâre a wonderful cherry tree! The plum tree hasnât gotten any fruit so we wonât even get to try it! I miss fruit a lot. In these days of war in Sarajevo, there is no basic food or any of the other things a person needs, and there is no
Dear Mimmy,
Auntie Radmila (Mommyâs friend from work) came today. She came from VojniÄko polje (a new housing complex). Her apartment has been completely destroyed. Wiped out in the shelling. Everything in it has been destroyed. All thatâs left is a useless pile of furniture, clothes, pictures and all the other things that go into an apartment. Sheâs sad, because her daughters SunÄica and Mirna arenât there (theyâre in Zagreb), but sheâs glad they didnât have to live through the hell of VojniÄko polje. Today we heard that Narmin TuliÄ, the actor at the Experimental Theater, lost both his legs. Awful! Awful! Awful!
SaÅ¡a went to stay with his grandmother. But heâll probably be coming back.
Your Zlata
Monday, June 22, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
More blood on the streets of Sarajevo. Another massacre. In Tito Street. Three people killed, thirty-five wounded. Shells fell on RadiÄ, Miss Irbin and Å enoa streets. About fifteen people were killed in the three streets. Iâm worried that something may have happened to Marinaâ, Marijanaâs or Ivanaâs parents.
These people just go on killing. MURDERS!
I pity them for being so very, very stupid, so servile, for humiliating themselves so much in front of certain people. Terrible!!!!!!
Your Zlata
Tuesday, June 23, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
Cicko could have been killed today. He fell out of the kitchen window onto a tin roof. We ran downstairs into the yard and brought him in. He just lay there in the corner of his cage, blinking madly. I tried to cheer him up with a leaf of lettuce. Fortunately he survived.
A shell fell on the central market and the cathedral today.
The electricity went out at eight oâclock last night. Itâs now 11:30 and itâs still not back.
HORRIBLE
Zlata
Wednesday, June 24, 1992
Dear Mimmy, 9:45âthe water is back on. Still no electricity. 10:30âweâve still got water. 12:00âno water, but weâve got electricity.
YESSS!
Mimmy, Iâve just realized that all my friends have left: Oga, Martina, Matea, Dejan, Vanja and Andrej.
OHHHH!
Theyâre shooting outside. Bojana and I arenât allowed to go out into the yard, so weâre rollerskating in the lobby of their building. Itâs not bad!
These are the books Iâve read so far: Mommy I Love You, Eagles Fly Early, and the next book Iâm going to read is Little Toto.
Your Zlata
Monday, June 29, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
BOREDOM!!! SHOOTING!!! SHELLING!!! PEOPLE BEING KILLED!!! DESPAIR!!! HUNGER!!! MISERY!!! FEAR!!!
Thatâs my life! The life of an innocent eleven-year-old schoolgirl!! A schoolgirl without a school, without the fun and excitement of school. A child without games, without friends, without the sun, without birds, without nature, without fruit, without chocolate or sweets, with just a little powdered milk. In short, a child without a childhood. A wartime child. I now realize that I am really living through a war, I am witnessing an ugly, disgusting war. I and thousands of other children in this town that is being destroyed, that is crying, weeping, seeking help, but getting none. God, will this ever stop, will I ever be a schoolgirl again, will I ever enjoy my childhood again? I once heard that childhood is the most wonderful time of your life. And it is. I loved it, and now an ugly war is taking it all away from me. Why? I feel sad. I feel like crying. I am crying.
Your Zlata
Thursday, July 2, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
We gave ourselves a treat today. We picked the cherries off the tree in the yard and ate them all up. We had watched it blossom and its small green fruits slowly turn red and now here we were eating them. Oh, youâre a wonderful cherry tree! The plum tree hasnât gotten any fruit so we wonât even get to try it! I miss fruit a lot. In these days of war in Sarajevo, there is no basic food or any of the other things a person needs, and there is no
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