Dear Lucas,
Now the story has found an ending. It had been a horrible time since I left the USA.
First we went to the jungle of Hunduras, because my father didn’t want to live like the others. We lived in a very small village with another family There my father had built a “Fat Boy”. Do you remember “Little Boy”?
When he had finished “Fat Boy” he wanted to show the indians what ice is and wanted to tell them what it is good for.
One day father stired me up before the sun had risen up.The reason was that he wanted to climb on a big mountain to show the Zambus what ice is.
My dad thought that the Zambus had treated white men like prisoners, but they didn’t. The white men treated the Zambus like prisoners and they also wanted to kill us.
The night after we got back home my fahter stir me up and told me that they were planing to stay with us and feed of us like mosquitos feed of our blood. We managed to leave, but everything exploded.
We went with Mr Haddy, a really nice man, to his village. But dad didn’t want to stay there. We went to a small, muddy, smelly lake. There we lived like savages. At first we had nothing, but everyday father and I went to the coast and brought back bits of rope, wood and other stupid things.
After a while father had built a houseboat for us. When it started raining Mr Haddy gave us some petrol to leave the place where we were.
Some time later we reached a village which was named Guampu. There father had been killed by someone.
I really don’t know what I should think about this time in Honduras. A part of me died with father but I sill fear him. I sometimes seem to hear him crying. I don’t know what I should do without him but I have to manage my life. For sure father didn’t wanted me to give up.
Yours Charlie
Policeman: Did you see the person who killed your father?
Charlie: No, I didn’t see anything because it was very dark that night. I only heard a shot.
Policeman: What happened before you heard the shot?
Charlie: Father went into this little village. As my mother asked me were father was, the church exploded. We wanted to save us, but father screamed threw the darkness and told us to stay at the place where we were.
Policeman: What happened after this?
Charlie: When father was climbing up the side of our houseboat, we wanted to hit his head with a heavy pice of wood. But as father pulled himself up on to the boat, we heard the sound of a shot from the other bank of the river. Father fell heavily back into the pipanto.
Policeman: Is there anything that could be important for our establishment?
Charlie: I don’t really know. I think my father went into the village to steal petrol. I was at Emiliy’s house when suddenly all the lights turned off. After this I hurried up to get back to my mother. When I arrived, an explosion shook the air and flames jumped out of the church.
