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Easter Bombing

Sbieħ il-Għid, f’dawl ta’ qamar mimli, is-sireni ħabbru l-wasla tal-Ġermaniżi fuqna fil-ħdax ta’ billejl. Minn dak il-ħin sas-sitta ta’ filgħodu, straħna nofs siegħa biss.
 
F’xi l-għaxra ta’ filgħodu mteddejt fuq mitraħ, biex nistrieħ ftit. Kif kont imfarrak bil-għeja, għajni marret bija; u ntlift fin-ngħas. F’dak il-waqt beda ħbit ieħor.
 
Billi?
 
Ma tħarriktx minn fejn kont. Bqajt mitluf qisni fis-sakra, mingħajr ma nista’ niġi fiha u nintebaħ x’qed jiġri.
 
Kienet l-ewwel darba li ġrali hekk.
 …
 
“In the early hours of Easter, lit by a full moon, the sirens announced the German’s arrival at eleven o’clock. From then until six in the morning, we only rested for half an hour.
 
At around ten in the morning, I lay on a bed, to rest a bit. As I was shattered with tiredness, my eyes simply closed; and I lost myself in sleep. At that moment another air-raid began.
 
So what?
 
I didn’t move from where I was. I stayed lost as if I was a drunk, without being able to come to my senses or realize what was going on.
 
It was the first time this happened to me.”
 
-Ġużè Ellul Mercer, 16 April 1941.
 
 

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