For Christmas Nana Maria had given me a beautiful pair of patterned hand knit mittens. Unfortunately I think I lost one there in the wardrobe area. The following Thursday, March 9th, I had planned to go to the theatre to look for the lost mitten.
It was around 7 pm., a bright moonshiny evening. Or so I thought when I looked out the kitchen window. The kind of night the people feared most because of the Russian bomb attacks on our home town Tallinn.
Shortly after, around 7.30 pm, bright flares appeared in the sky and then it started!
It was worse than ever before. We all went to the basement hallway which was already crowded with people from the house. It was actually the worst place to be. Doors led to the outside from both ends of the hallway. If a bomb had dropped nearby, the air pressure would have blown us all out.
