Everything was burning around us. My Mom had to check my little Brother if he was ok, he didn’t gave up a sound. He was comfortable and secure in his Mothers arms. He fully trusted her, the same way as my Mom trusted the Lord to bring us to safety.
It was hot and very windy, flames every where. There where people crying and screaming, rushing to get away from the flames. I remember the wind and the extrem heat. My mom told me the wind got ahold of me and swirled me right in to the flames. I looked like a ball all rolled up. It was a miracle only my hair was burned after my Mom pulled me out of the fire.
We all where alright, praise the Lord, but we had to get out of the firestorm but it wasn’t safe anywhere.
We made our way to the river, like many others. You just can’t imagine the terror. I saw burning people jumping in to the river to quench the flames on there body. Mothers holding their babies under water, but there bodies kept burning as soon as they where taken out. Burning alive or drowning, there was no other way. The chemicals from the bombs kept burning everything down to the end.
No home, no money and we in our PJ’s. On a long journey to find safety.