One flew over the refugee camp

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Dear Diary,

My name is Heelen Shah. This is my writing and my thoughts based on my horrific encounters of the WW2. Today’s date: A diary entry of 7th September 1941. The World War 2 has finally began – the days which I have been dreading for so long…Germany has targeted us, and we will be soon victims of this dreadful conflict.

Today, I received a letter this morning from the post. It was addressed to me – it had my name on it! But who would want to write to me? My curiosity was growing more and more over this letter; I felt inquisitive by it. I hastily flipped open the letter, and read:

Dear Mr Shah,

        I am writing to inform you about the danger around here. The World War 2 has begun, and so we need to evacuate as many people as we can. We will send you to a refugee camp in India and will inform you regularly about the war… Yours sincerely, Benson.

 

I felt agitated by this letter. It took me at least five minutes to understand what is going on and why they need to evacuate us. I had to evacuate for my safety and so I arranged a meeting with Benson.

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This afternoon, I met up with Benson face to face in Varrock main city centre. I saw him looking peculiarly at me by the fountain. He had the traditional English greasy combed hair; a pale, expressionless face, and looked at me; his face revealed nothing but secrecy…

“Afternoon Mr Shah. You received my letter I suppose…yes…well, have you thought about the move?  He glared at me tranquilly. I learned that this man had a stylish accent.

“Yes, I am willing to go there until this war is finished.” I chose my words wisely as I didn’t want to ...

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