Krystyna Borucka
Class 7
Wola Uhruska, 15 June 1946
Wartime experiences
One time I was walking along PuĊawska Street in Warsaw with my aunt. It was a beautiful day; the sun was shining in the streets and the sparks of hope were dancing on the windows. People were running around the streets. Every face was smiling, because at last we could leave the shelters and walk on the streets of shining Warsaw. We were walking slowly, when suddenly we heard a loud bang nearby. Debris, glass and bricks started to fall down near our tenement building. My aunt and I rushed into the building (because we were confused and did not know were to go). Suddenly, machine guns started ringing from all sides, and I could smell the gunpowder. A strange commotion arose in the streets, I could hear the screaming and crying babies. We were standing in a corridor of that tenement building, waiting for the chaos to die out. Then a grenade fell into the building with a loud bang. When I came to, I looked around. My aunt was lying next to me, all dirty and dusty. I could hear wailing and crying around me. Dust and dirt were dancing in the air. I got up, took my aunt by the hand and we went home. We arrived in our apartment soon after. My mother saw us, she jumped up from a chair, crying, but after seeing that we looked like chimney sweeps she started laughing. After I washed myself, combed my hair and changed my clothes, I sat down with my mom and told her about that unpleasant walk which made her so worried.