Dear Mimmy,
I have another sad piece of news for you. A boy from my drama club got KILLED!…A shell fell in front of the community center and a horrible piece of shrapnel killed him. His name was Eldin and he was a refugee from Grbavica.
Another innocent victim of this disgusting war, another child among the thousands of other children killed in Sarajevo. I feel so sorry, he was a sweet, good boy. Oh, God, what is happening here? Hasn’t there been enough!?
~Zlata
Thursday, September 17, 1992Dear Mimmy,
Today is Alma’s birthday. We gave her two herbal shampoos. We had a super time, but…I looked out the window and saw a flash. I thought it was somebody signaling, that’s not unusual in war time. But…BOOM!! Shattered glass, falling plaster. A shell fell in front of the shop next door and I saw it all from the fourth floor. We rushed over to Nedo’s apartment and watched TV.
The birthday party wasn’t bad, but it would have been even better if that shell hadn’t spoiled it.
~Your Zlata
A building in Sarajevo burns after being hit by shells.
Dear Mimmy,
Nothing new on the political front. They are adopting some resolutions, the “kids” are negotiating, and we are dying, freezing, starving, crying, parting with our friends, leaving our loved ones.