There will be a war again in the summer. Everybody says that. If there really will be a war, we will hide in cellar. We will not leave Grozny. This is what Mum said; she can’t go away, she can’t stand up, she can’t walk. They are still shooting, but this is a small war. If there will be a big war, it will be worse. Luckily, they haven’t hit us yet, though my brother was wounded once in his hand. I said to my mum, if there is going to be a big war, we have to go away. I could help her, but she doesn’t want to, she will soon get her pension. We need money for our meals. That’s why Mum doesn’t want to leave Grozny.

There will be a war again I think so too.

Ours want to get into the town, and the Russian do not want to let them in. Ours are hungry. There used to be lots of apricots, but the Russians didn’t want to share them. That is why Ours have been hungry. Today, they even eat grass.

There is no electricity in the town, because they shot down all transformers. If I had money I would buy boots and a computer game. It isn’t so important that there is no electricity and that I don’t have a computer. I would wait for it. What is important is to at least have the game. I like Grozny, but nowadays it is a little sad. I have no TV at home. I have never seen an ocean, well, only the sea of Grozny, but this is not a real one. Most of all I love going to school, bread with butter, and Muslim my brother.