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fruit. But now I can say that I ate myself silly on cherries.
Braco, Mommyâs brother, is getting better. Heâs even walking a bit now.
Zlata
Friday, July 3, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
Mommy goes to work at her new office. She goes if thereâs no shooting, but we never know when the shelling will start. Itâs dangerous to walk around town. Itâs especially dangerous to cross our bridge, because snipers shoot at you. You have to run across. Every time she goes out, Daddy and I go to the window to watch her run. Mommy says: âI didnât know the Miljacka (our river) was so wide. You run, and you run, and you run, and thereâs no end to the bridge.â Thatâs fear, Mimmy, fear that youâll be hit by something.
Daddy doesnât go to work. The two of us stay at home, waiting for Mommy. When the sirens go off we worry about how and when and if sheâll get home. Oh, the relief when she walks in!
Neda came for lunch today. Afterward we played cards. Neda said something about going to Zagreb. It made Mommy sad, because theyâve been friends since childhood. They grew up together, spent their whole lives together. I was sad too because I love her and I know she loves me.
Zlata
Sunday, July 5, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
I donât remember when I last left the house. It must be almost two months ago now. I really miss Grandma and Granddad. I used to go there every day, and now I havenât seen them for such a long time.
I spend my days in the house and in the cellar. Thatâs my wartime childhood. And itâs summer. Other children are vacationing on the seaside, in the mountains, swimming, sunbathing, enjoying themselves. God, what did I do to deserve being in a war, spending my days in a way that no child should. I feel caged. All I can see through the broken windows is the park in front of my house. Empty, deserted, no children, no joy. I hear the sound of shells, and everything around me smells of war. War is now my life. OOHHH, I canât stand it anymore! I want to scream and cry. I wish I could play the piano at least, but I canât even do that because itâs in âthe dangerous room,â where Iâm not allowed. How long is this going to go on???
Zlata
Tuesday, July 7, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
There was no water yesterday, the day before or the day before that. It came at around 8:30 this morning and now, at 10:30, itâs slowly disappearing again.
We filled whatever we could find with water and now have to save on the precious liquid. You have to save on everything in this war, including water and food.
Mommy is at work, Daddy is reading something and Iâm going to Bojanaâs because thereâs no shooting.
Saturday, July 11, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
Nedo brought us a little visitor today. A kitten. It followed him and he couldnât just leave it in the street so he picked it up and brought it home. Weâll call it Skinny Lanky, Kitty, Mikana, Persa, Cici ... ???? Itâs orange, has white socks and a white patch on its chest. Itâs cute, but a little wild.
Zlata
Tuesday, July 14, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
On July 8 we got a UN package. Humanitarian aid. Inside were 6 cans of beef, 5 cans of fish, 2 boxes of cheese, 3 kilos of detergent, 5 bars of soap, 2 kilos of sugar and 5 liters of cooking oil. All in all, a super package. But Daddy had to stand in line for four hours to get it.
Dobrinja has been liberated. They received UN packages there too.
Weâre waiting to hear what the Security Council has decided about military intervention in B-H.
The water and electricity went off the day before yesterday, July 12, and still arenât back.
Ciao!
Zlata
Friday, July 17, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
We named the kitten Cici. Nedo gave it a bath, we feed it milk and biscuits, even rice. She has to get used to wartime food like the rest of us! Sheâs cute. She has a beautiful head. Weâve all fallen in love with her and she is slowly getting
Braco, Mommyâs brother, is getting better. Heâs even walking a bit now.
Zlata
Friday, July 3, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
Mommy goes to work at her new office. She goes if thereâs no shooting, but we never know when the shelling will start. Itâs dangerous to walk around town. Itâs especially dangerous to cross our bridge, because snipers shoot at you. You have to run across. Every time she goes out, Daddy and I go to the window to watch her run. Mommy says: âI didnât know the Miljacka (our river) was so wide. You run, and you run, and you run, and thereâs no end to the bridge.â Thatâs fear, Mimmy, fear that youâll be hit by something.
Daddy doesnât go to work. The two of us stay at home, waiting for Mommy. When the sirens go off we worry about how and when and if sheâll get home. Oh, the relief when she walks in!
Neda came for lunch today. Afterward we played cards. Neda said something about going to Zagreb. It made Mommy sad, because theyâve been friends since childhood. They grew up together, spent their whole lives together. I was sad too because I love her and I know she loves me.
Zlata
Sunday, July 5, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
I donât remember when I last left the house. It must be almost two months ago now. I really miss Grandma and Granddad. I used to go there every day, and now I havenât seen them for such a long time.
I spend my days in the house and in the cellar. Thatâs my wartime childhood. And itâs summer. Other children are vacationing on the seaside, in the mountains, swimming, sunbathing, enjoying themselves. God, what did I do to deserve being in a war, spending my days in a way that no child should. I feel caged. All I can see through the broken windows is the park in front of my house. Empty, deserted, no children, no joy. I hear the sound of shells, and everything around me smells of war. War is now my life. OOHHH, I canât stand it anymore! I want to scream and cry. I wish I could play the piano at least, but I canât even do that because itâs in âthe dangerous room,â where Iâm not allowed. How long is this going to go on???
Zlata
Tuesday, July 7, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
There was no water yesterday, the day before or the day before that. It came at around 8:30 this morning and now, at 10:30, itâs slowly disappearing again.
We filled whatever we could find with water and now have to save on the precious liquid. You have to save on everything in this war, including water and food.
Mommy is at work, Daddy is reading something and Iâm going to Bojanaâs because thereâs no shooting.
Saturday, July 11, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
Nedo brought us a little visitor today. A kitten. It followed him and he couldnât just leave it in the street so he picked it up and brought it home. Weâll call it Skinny Lanky, Kitty, Mikana, Persa, Cici ... ???? Itâs orange, has white socks and a white patch on its chest. Itâs cute, but a little wild.
Zlata
Tuesday, July 14, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
On July 8 we got a UN package. Humanitarian aid. Inside were 6 cans of beef, 5 cans of fish, 2 boxes of cheese, 3 kilos of detergent, 5 bars of soap, 2 kilos of sugar and 5 liters of cooking oil. All in all, a super package. But Daddy had to stand in line for four hours to get it.
Dobrinja has been liberated. They received UN packages there too.
Weâre waiting to hear what the Security Council has decided about military intervention in B-H.
The water and electricity went off the day before yesterday, July 12, and still arenât back.
Ciao!
Zlata
Friday, July 17, 1992
Dear Mimmy,
We named the kitten Cici. Nedo gave it a bath, we feed it milk and biscuits, even rice. She has to get used to wartime food like the rest of us! Sheâs cute. She has a beautiful head. Weâve all fallen in love with her and she is slowly getting
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