I couldn't get inside, the smoke was too thick. But when I was coming home, I saw smoke over our street. My fears proved unfounded, as nothing bad happened to me on the way. "One day father fell ill, so I had to go to the market. So it wasn't bad, apart from the isolation. We also received humanitarian aid, like everybody else. He kept trading jewelry for food every day. "Cheer up, girls", he said, "we aren't broke yet!" Then he went to the marketplace and brought back fresh peaches. "When the banks closed, father opened the safe box and pulled out a small chest. We spent most of our time there, talking, reading, listening to music and playing games to stave off boredom." To protect ourselves from stray bullets and splinters, we installed a double bed and a small heater in a cozy dressing room on the ground floor. "We lived in an expansive villa, with spacious bright rooms and large windows. The following text appears as entries in Emilia's diary on varying days. In a matter of days we became poor." Emilia's Story But the currency soon lost all value, the banks were closed and we had no foreign cash. When the war broke out, we had a lot of savings on our family account. That's why I became a lawyer like him, and my sister was to become a doctor. He always reminded us of the importance of financial safety. "Now that we're stuck together, I might as well tell you about me and my family.
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