I got to know this family and spent time with them in their apartment, which was in the skyscraper next to the Holiday Inn. The girl was 9, and we met when I started to walk out into the open area next to the hotel. She grabbed my coat from behind and pulled me back. "There's a sniper shooting!" she said, surprised that an adult could be so clueless. Sure enough, a shot rang out, glancing off the windshield of a nearby car. She introduced me to her dad and I got to know a lot of people through them. They had been driven out of Vogosca by the Chetniks.