In this short story the writer seems to have two different lines of narration. On the one hand she is sending letters to Aida in Sarajevo and on the other hand she is writing for herself and the reader. It is sometimes hard to tell which is which, and I don't think that the italics can necessarily be used to differentiate. I like how Hemon experiments with time. The narrator mentions that it takes a very long time for her letters to reach Aida. Because of this, "they're obselete, they're rendering someone other than myself, someone saner-" It seems that in the extreme conditions that the narrator is in, time moves much faster, in a way she is aging faster as well. She is also reminded of the passing time by the smell of her deceased aunt in the other room.
I also liked how Hemon used the metaphor of the cockroach to represent the people trying to get from point A to point B. Placing the narrator in the position of the sniper, as the one playing God.
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