I was born in 1968 when life was totally influenced by the terrible war. My parents were both doctors in the hospital. They said everything seemed to be very difficult at that time. They had to mange how to take care of their children and also their work in the hospital. It was hard to buy a can of condensed milk then. My mother fed me minced porridge stirred with sugar everyday. That was the typical food for war babies.
In 1971 my grandfather died, my father had to cycle about 400 km to his hometown in the "rain of bombing" to attend his father's funeral. Can you image how hard we could survive then?