The house has been hit by the agency of a bomb and collapsed. The ruins are at the level of the cellar, and the remains of sum of two units floors and a roof form a gray expanse from which pieces of metal thrust forward here and there. Somewhere at the bottom of the opening there are three bodies, a mother and her pair children. A crane removes slabs of wall while men are busy lifting whatever can be lifted. yet the hope that someone might be alive is les than flimsy The bodies must have been crushed. All around there is a rabble old women dressed in black are wailing
