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Excerpts from Zlata's Diary: A Child Life In Sarajevo By Zlata Filipovic
Monday,
June 29, 1992
That’s
my life! The life of an innocent eleven-year-old schoolgirl!! A schoolgirl
without school, without the fun and excitement of school. A child without
games, without friends, without the sun, without birds, without nature,
without fruit, without chocolate or sweets, with just a little powdered
milk. In short, a child without a childhood. A wartime child. I now realize
that I am really living through a war, I am witnessing an ugly, disgusting
war. I and thousands of other children in this town that is being
destroyed, that is crying, weeping, seeking help, but getting none. God,
will this ever stop, will I ever be a schoolgirl again, will I ever enjoy
my childhood again? I once heard that childhood is the most wonderful time
of your life. And it is. I loved it, and now an ugly war is taking it all
away from me.
Monday,
December 28, 1992
...I
look over at Mommy and Daddy. ... Somehow they look even sadder to me in
the light of the oil lamp. ... God, what is this war doing to my parents?
They don’t look like my old Mommy and Daddy anymore. Will this ever stop?
Will our suffering stop so that my parents can be what they used to be
cheerful, smiling, nice-looking?
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Excerpts
from:
Anne
Frank. The Diary of a Young Girl
Tuesday,
22 December 1942
Oh,
I'm becoming so sensible! We've got to be reasonable about everything we do
here; studying, listening, holding our tongues, helping others, being kind,
making compromises and I don't know what else! I'm afraid my common sense,
which was in short supply to begin with, will be used up too quickly and I
won't have any left by the time the war is over.
Wednesday,
13 January 1943
Terrible
things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless
people are being dragged out of their homes. They're allowed to take only a
rucksack and a little cash with them, and even then, they're robbed of
these possessions on the way. Families are torn apart; men, women and
children are separated. Children come home from school to find that their
parents have disappeared. Women return from shopping to find their houses
sealed, their families gone. The Christians in Holland are also living in
fear because their sons are being sent to Germany. Everyone is scared.
Every night hundreds of planes pass over Holland on their way to German
cities, to sow their bombs on German soil.
Every hour hundreds, or maybe even thousands, of people are being killed in
Russia and Africa. No one can keep out of
the conflict, the entire world is at war, and even though the Allies are
doing better, the end is nowhere in sight.
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Excerpt
from 'Diary of a Wimpy Kid” by Jeff Kinney
SEPTEMBER
Tuesday
First
of all, let me get something straight: This is a JOURNAL, not a diary. I
know what it says on the
cover, but when Mom went out to buy this thing I SPECIFICALLY told her to
get one that didn't
say "diary" on it. Great. All I need is for some jerk to catch me
carrying this book around and get the wrong idea.
The
other thing I want to clear up right away is that this was MOM's idea, not
mine. But if she thinks I'm going to write down
my "feelings" in here or whatever, she's crazy. So just don't
expect me to be all "Dear Diary" this and "Dear Diary" that.
The
only reason I agreed to do this at all is because I figure later on when
I'm rich and famous, I'll have better things to do
than answer people's stupid questions all day long. So this book is gonna
come in handy. Like
I said, I'll be famous one day, but for now I'm stuck in middle school with
a bunch of morons.
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