I have begun to feel more comfortable conversing in English, French, and Italian with anyone who wants to talk with me, whether it is a fellow POW, a sentry, or someone in charge. I stop second-guessing myself and laugh at any mistakes or mispronunciations. I have also managed to obtain some more exercise books and a pen. I cut the exercise books in half horizontally and hide them with my North African diaries in a bit of waterproof canvas.
As I get back into the habit of jotting down what has happened through the day, English words that I am acquiring during my daily conversation start to pepper my writing. The English language is very contrary and word positioning in the sentence is back to front compared to Italian. All the same, it is thrilling to be one of the first to hear news and then pass it onto my compatriots. As I pass by, a whistle or a pat on the back stops me. ‘Cosa succede? What’s happening? Any news?’ I won’t lie, it makes me feel important.
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