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My Birthday!

I am fifteen years old! Age matters a lot in life. I am no longer a little girl now and I had my first date with a Bosche!

He came, but also today I made a new friend, Janine. (I don’t know her last name.) We became good friends in just one day. She was at the pool and is really very charming. It’s incredible what we two dared to say to the Bosche. At first he wanted to throw Janine in the water, but then he let her go. He asked if I smoked; I can’t bear smoking, but I said, I only smoke English cigarettes, German cigarettes stink. But I said it in such a way that he couldn’t get angry. He offered us sweets, oranges and biscuits. We didn’t like the biscuits, so he suggested we take them home for Darak (we told Daddy I found them in my cubicle). Then Janine went to get changed and I explained to Walter I couldn’t go out with him ‘because French people won’t like it’. He understood and said sadly, ‘Enemy.’

The oranges were exquisite.