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At last it feels like May, and although emaciated and famished people (like me, for example) still can’t wear summer clothes yet, the winter coats have been put away. It’s dry everywhere, and the smell in Marysin reminds me of life before the war and makes my heart pang. If these were normal times we’d be three weeks away from our exams [after four years of secondary school] and looking forward to the summer holidays. Some school outing, then youth camp or a trip to the countryside. It makes me want to cry, just thinking about it. To hell with everything!