It was an early morning and I had just gotten out of bed,
when I heard the mailman leaving today's letter. So as
I was making my way to the mailbox, walking over
the brown leaves covered in frozen dew with the sun
shining on my back. I got the feeling that something
good was yet to come. But once I opened the envelope
and found the letter, I didn’t know whether I was
supposed to feel devastated or just relieved. My mother
anyhow, was devastated. She did absolutely not believe
in the fact of solving issues by violence and war. Even
though I agreed with her I didn’t want to put my opinion
up against Hitler’s.
“Excuse me” my thoughts were interrupted by
an unusually deep male voice. “Yes” I answered turning
my head around and facing a big smile belonging to a
boy with round cheeks and short hair. By his
appearance I would assume that he was way younger
than me, but his voice made me doubt I saw that you
were awake and felt like you might needed
company, can I sit down?” The over enthusiastic boy
said. “Oh of course, I find it hard to fall asleep because
of the creaking by the train rails.” I told him. “I see,
anyhow my name is Eric.”