with each one. Soon enough, I was in a fetal position against the dirt floor, my hands over my ears. A particularly loud explosion rocked the whole cellar, and as dust rained down on us, I found myself sobbing in fear. “Was that our house?” I choked, in a moment of silence. “No,” Father said, his tone gently scolding. “We will know it if the house goes. It is Trzebinia, they
