Nino: All my clothes smell of smoke. Rather, all my clothes burned down, everything burned down, and we're wearing other people's clothes. But they smell of smoke, too. I had everything, but it turned to ash in a few hours - my bed, my desk where I studied and drew, all my pencils, my dresses, and my computer... Mom says that God kept us from turning into ash, too. But I don't think so. It would have been better if everything had stayed intact and hadn't burned down.