I am also making a concerted effort to learn a few English words from the British soldiers. ‘Voglio mettermi d’accordo con qualche inglese. I want to put myself in the good books with the English,’ I tell my friends when asked.
‘Why? They don’t care about us. What about those two suicides? They left the bodies in the tent to stink a whole day until we got home that night to bury them. People will wonder why you are being friendly with the enemy.’
It is sad about the suicides. Some people just cannot cope with life in this camp. It is like all the happiness we ever had is being drained from our bodies day by day until we will just be emotionless automatons. But I am not one to give in or be overcome.
‘It will be useful for me to learn English and hopefully, the British will keep me informed of things happening outside of this place.’ My friends, however, are dubious.
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