It is not about how much time you’re given before your house is bombed. I was given the entire war duration to pack but still can not figure out which is more important than which.Everything has something in my heart. Everything has memories. The very walls of my house are dear to me. How can I pack the ceiling at which I stare until I fall asleep or the window by which I spend hours thinking of my crush? I seriously can not begin to imaginethe horror of having to leave my home forever and watch all my life and memoriescollapsing right front of my eyes..!!