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."
Qualche volta, la sua aula tremava a causa delle bombe e dei bombardamenti. Sua madre mi ha raccontato: "Ogni giorno, ogni mattina gli dicevo: 'Tesoro, ti prego non andare a scuola.'" E quando lui insisteva, disse lei, "Lo abbracciavo come se  fosse l'ultima volta."