His classroom sometimes shook with the sound of bombs and shelling, and his mother told me, "Every day, I would say to him every morning, 'Honey, please don't go to school.'"
La clase temblaba a veces por el sonido de las explosiones y los bombardeos y su madre me comentó: "Cada día, cada mañana le decía: "Cariño, por favor, no vayas a la escuela".