
It's not much fun. Nothing smells right and we are all hungry, thirsty and scared.
I hear whispers that we are going to a place called Twejeng. Why are we going there? It's just an old sugar factory. Maybe my big sister will tell you more later. I think she knows why we are going there. Yes, I'll have her write more about this train ride when she is ready to talk.
My sister's name is Greta. She's twelve and very beautiful. I hope the Japanese soldiers will leave her alone now. Yes, maybe in Twejeng she won't have to worry about them. God will keep us safe. That's what Mammie says and I believe it with all my heart.
4 comments:
What a very scary time...
Odd. This post gave me the creeps. Hindsight, I guess. You're keeping it real!!!
You blog was "Site of the Moment" over on page 12 in BLOG VILLAGE.
At 8:48pm on March 7, 2007, your blog was "Site of the Moment" over on page 1 in BLOG VILLAGE!!!
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