His classroom sometimes shook with the sound of bombs and shelling, and his mother told me, "Every day, I would say to him every morning, 'Honey, please don't go to school.'" And when he insisted, she said, "I would hug him as if it were for the last time."
A sala de aula às vezes abanava com o ribombar das bombas. A mãe dele disse-me: "Eu dizia-lhe todas as manhãs: "'Querido, por favor não vás à escola.' "Quando ele insistia", disse-me ela, "eu abraçava-o como se fosse pela última vez."