It's hurting my ears.

I can't believe my ears

My ears, Mr Anagnos.

is that my beloved talking, or do my ears deceive me?

My ears are wide open, and I can hear you very well.

My own ears find it hard enough to believe what my lips are telling you.

I can't bear it! Those cannon balls right in my ears!

I'm too thin, and my ears stick out, and my teeth are crooked and my neck's much too long.

With their large binoculars and cameras, they come and watch the bombings live.

An acrid smell of sulphur fills the air while the sky is shaken by earth shattering rumbles.

The words of the bus driver who noticed my sadness still ring in my ears. Tomorrow, it will rain, and all this black will go away, he said.