Dear Grandmother,
I am writing to you from our new house in Out-with. It’s very unpleasant here.
We had a better and bigger house in Berlin, but this one in Out-with is so much smaller. Here I have no one to play with but back in Berlin I had my three best friends for life. Everytime I look out the windows in Berlin I could see happiness filling the streets, but now there’s barely even a sound and all I see here is a never ending fence and on the other side it’s a wasteland.
Mother says we had to move here for fathers work, so we have to stay. But I don’t understand why father can’t go by himself, he’s old enough! Mother said we should not complain, and she tried to persuade me that our new house was not so bad.
In Berlin I had my favourite window in the attic, but here my window only shows sadness. There are no grandmothers or girls here besides mother, Gretel and Maria. Everyone is just a boy or a man. They wear dirty striped pyjamas and always look at the ground, so I feel really bad for them. The men in black uniforms are always yelling, and it’s very confusing.
I look forward to hearing from you because I miss our conversations, and I hope this letter finds you well.
Love from,
