17th May, Of 1866
Dear Diary
It was another boring day! cleaning my bed as usual, when someone opened the door violently. They were the British, They caught me and threw me away of the house. I tried to run as fast as I could , So when I arrived somewhere of the street, a car stoped in the place I was, I asked him if he could leave me at the centre of the city. When he left me alone I started to cry. I was so sad! I am still in shock , and the memories of the men fighting with my dad and I felt bad. I am still thinking about where my mother is , this is not my real diary, I lost it when the British were there , and why in my family? , why my city?, why me? what can I do ! . Then I found a boy and I asked him to help me . He told me that the best thing that I could do was To stay at home and wait in silence. But the problem was that I didn't have home , So he told me to come to his house, "I live in the 181 Castelli in ... " and he couldn't finish , because the British killed him . So crying I started to run. I found an abandoned little house near the field. Si I entered there and I hid in a corner, crying and I slept. When I woke up I was in the same place and all was in silence , So I started looking if someone was there and nobody answered and nobody was in any place. I'm calm here in this house writing this Diary Sheet of paper.
So I will leave you and continue waiting for something to happen.
Hope to see you tomorrow with good news. Kisses Sujata Batth !!
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