The cake was already in the oven when the air raid siren sounded and we had to run for cover
Today was my son’s birthday. He is 16. He wanted a party with friends and his favourite cake from the local bakery – the super chocolate one – like any other child.
But last night, like the previous ones, he slept on the bathroom floor, because this is the safest place in our apartment – and it is definitely more convenient than the dark basement of our apartment building or on the steps of the subway.
