Stuttgart, 1943

Mother and son survive
This horror
Tormented by a common feeling
Do not meet again
Without a look
Air strikes

Deafening bombings, state of dread
Projectiles launched over our heads

Little boy looking for a way out
Bombings diminish, we leave the shelters

An unbearable fear consumes us
Houses, buildings, vegetation no longer exist

Mother and son survive
This horror
Tormented by a common feeling
Do not meet again
Without a look
Air strikes