German bombs are flying everywhere, I don’t know what do, I can’t find my family and everywhere is red and wet with blood. I crouch under a table in my house that is destroyed now by the bombs. I hear screams as I examine the room to find a safe way out. As I began to creep through the ruins of my house, I saw some dirty coins on the floor. Suddenly the black rain got heavier and heavier, it arose from the pavement and transformed into large puddles. I had to get out of the house. I saw an old ladder, I used it to get up to the remains of the roof. I huddled down in the tight space hoping I would survive.