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."
Czasami szkolne ściany drżały od dźwięków bomb i strzałów. Jego matka powiedziała mi: "Każdego ranka prosiłam go, kochanie, nie idź do szkoły". Gdy nalegał, przytulała go,  jakby to był ostatni raz.