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 …
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…restored and people will stop thinking of their own interest. Poor old man, he was always optimist. We will forever stay in this house until our laws will be restoring. My fortress - my home. This is the end of my small diary. I'm still living in that house, but I'm not slave anymore, when he gave each slave 20 dollars that was enough to pay for our lives. Hope that will help you. Your Katrina