Edith van der Meulen (b. Netherlands, 1931) was blinded, after the liberation of Holland, by the same fragmentation bomb that killed her sister. 'I was sitting on the rain gutter, watching the landing parachutists, the English were liberating Nijmegen. I was about to fly the Dutch flag, but my neighbour told me it would be wise to wait a little. A few days later, I was walking with my little sister Hanneke outside when a plane dropped a bomb. Two nuns in front of us dropped to the floor. We thought it was funny and kept on walking, acting as if nothing had happened. Later that day, we went to the Goffert Park. The English were stationed there and they used to give us little presents, like cigarettes for my dad. Our mother had warned us not to go there since a bomb had fallen there earlier. 'A bad penny always turns up,' I said, and off we went. Suddenly, I heard my sister falling down on the street. English soldiers rushed to the spot. I didn't see anything, but I heard my sister crying. We had been hit by a German cluster bomb. Hanneke was dead and I was blind. Her crying stuck with me for a long time. Thank God I've been able to get over that. As you get older, you notice how people view you as a blind person. When people realise that I'm blind, they tend to become really informal. I was on a train in Germany once. I thought it was strange, that I had got a compartment to myself. It turned out to be a compartment for physically disabled people. I felt very humiliated. I am not disabled, I am blind!'