Beginning of the
war
I will never forget the day that changed the world, as well as
my fate. On September 1, 1939, the Second World War began.
I woke up as usual, and by noon, the bombs were falling near
by. The change was incredibly quick and unexpected. My first impression was of
relief? I would not have to study Latin! (Which I hated) and just on that day
the school should have started. However, this sensation changed very quickly.
At first, I was not afraid. Several houses in the neighbourhood
collapsed, however I was not aware of the danger, or of what was really
happening. Fear arrived later and I have been afraid many, many times since.
My parent?s apartment was near a strategic bridge, which, day
and night, was bombed by the planes of the German "Luftwaffe". The safest place
was in the cellars. Fortunately, all houses in Poland had them. However, I did
not like the idea of staying there. The danger of being buried alive was too
big. In addition, the cellars were full of woman (All men were fighting on the
front) and with every explosion they panicked ? some were crying and some
praying.
