Now I'm 40 years but my soul is still young and memories are fresh and I'm sending you a copy of my diary ..
I see the ships are coming! Ship - what a magic word. Sometimes my parents are saying that sometimes ships are sunk, but I don't believe them. And now I'm running down the hill, jump over the small river and I see people walk out the huge ship and that have really strange cloth ... different colors and strange forms and their skin is white!
After that day I saw much ships. Different sizes and forms, names. Even if I was only 13 years old I knew how to read, my queen teaches me that. And she told me that something strange happens in our country. First I haven't notice, but soon started hearsay that people are disappears. No one could understood were and why?
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