We were tired as every morning when we had to go to school. Together with my brother I sat at the breakfast table when my grandmother turned on the radio. I can’t even remember if it was a snowy day, but because I remember that my brother and me always were hoping for the news that the school busses couldn’t reach the hill top where we lived those days because of the snow, I guess it was one of this cold, snowy days. This would have mend a day off.
I still see the display of the old wooden radio in front of me. I remember that I put my bread back on the plate and stared at my brother in disbelieve after the words of the newscaster: