“I had left the cellar filled with ardent hope. A child had died there. She began life again as an adult. I wanted someone else to be glad I was alive. But men were interested in no one but themselves, and the sun caressed my thin arms and pale face with as much indifference as if I had been a blade of grass.” WarGrowing Up Book:I Am Fifteen—and I Don't Want to Die Source: I Am Fifteen—and I Don't Want to Die