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A MASTERPIECE
We were like unchained beasts
Now there was no more water.
We might be blown up at any moment. Flight was the only solution.
Mother arranged my hair like a boy's, then we set off. Would there
ever again be a "tomorrow"?
These words are taken from the heart-stirring diary of a young
girl trapped in the fiery crucible of war. Christine's shocked eyes
saw heroism and shame; cruelty and compassion during the harrowing
weeks her town was being sacked by enemy Nazis and Russian "liberators".
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