My hands are trembling as I write this

We are surely doomed.

Do you think God is punishing us for something we did to him?

I will say a few extra prayers tonight and he may save us.

Through God’s mercy we have avoided them.

They are like scarecrows and their yellow faces are pinched, with sunken eyes.

The potato fields are black with decay and a foul smell hangs over the country.

Can they not see we are starving?

My teeth are beginning to fall out

They are worse than the packs of feral dogs that dig up the bones of the dead.

These are dark times

it gave us both nourishment and hope.

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