Dear Diary

I was so scared today when we got stopped by the   soldier that said “Halt” and prevented Ellen and me from finishing our race.Then I trembled when one of the soldiers started to look through Ellen’s backpack with the stock of his rifle.Then he touched my little sister’s hair and  I was hoping that Kirsti wouldn’t be her little stubborn self, but just my luck she had to say something rude.

 

Then as we walk home from school we looked straight ahead so we wouldn’t catch the eyes of two more soldiers,who stood with their guns on this corner as well.Kirsti scurried ahead of them through the door,chattering about the picture she was bringing home from kindergarten to show Mama.For Kirsti the soldiers were simply part of the landscape, something that had always been there, on every corner, as unimportant as lampposts, throughout her remembered life.

 

Well diary that is all I have to write about today.

 

Sincerely,

 

Annemarie