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I am writing this final paragraph in the basement of building number 7. My flashlight is dying. The rememberers have stopped whispering. They are all looking at me. Mr. Hadžić is smiling with my mother’s lips.

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At the entrance of building number 7, I found the first diary. It belonged to a girl named Lejla, age twelve. The pages were not torn by shrapnel but by human teeth. The last entry, written in shaky Cyrillic (she had been learning it in school before the war), read: I am writing this final paragraph in the

"Amar," he said, using her tone, her gentle scolding. "Why did you leave the milk on the table? It will sour. Everything sours here." They are all looking at me