By Amanda Hjell Löfstedt THE SHARP RING of air-raid sirens fills the silence as I stare out through the window at the empty square. It had previously been a place filled with movement and life, but now that is all gone. Grey clouds float by, colouring the world in a dim light, quite fitting for the occasion. I hear the…
By Amanda Hjell Löfstedt THE SHARP RING of air-raid sirens fills the silence as I stare out through the window at the empty square. It had previously been a place filled with movement and life, but now that is all gone. Grey clouds float by, colouring the world in a…
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