I wake up early again and begin browsing on my laptop. Believe me, my laptop is my only source of leisure in the cold country house.
At seven in the morning, I hear a massive explosion. A series of little explosions follow it. The house shakes and our windows tremble—these explosions are closer to me than ever before. Sirens go off and we wait quietly.
After an hour, I hear the same explosion, again followed by little ones. Again, the whole house shakes. It feels like the longest time before the sirens stop.