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 * Dear Jon!**

4th December

I miss you so much! When you had to leave I didn’t know what to say! I have been thinking of you every day! Slowly the time is passing by. I hope you are doing fine. You have to tell me how it is to be in a new country. Is it exciting? You have to tell me about your trip and new experience.

Back in Norway we’re fine, but you know we’re missing you. There isn't so much new, but you know Julie and Ola, they are going to have a baby! The baby isn’t coming before July, but I’m so excited! Now when we are going to have new child in our house we have to be prepared! Nick is going to make a small cradle and everyone is think of things we have to make before the baby coming. We all are excited and you should have seen the kids! They can’t wait! They are asking so many questions! But it’s good to see that the kids looking forward to this. They are also asking about you. They really loves you. They’re asking if you are OK, and they wondering if you ever coming back. Your mom is asking for you, but we haven’t got any letters from you so it's not always easy to answere her questions. Everyone is hoping for a letter!

Nobody knows that I’m writing you a letter now, because I thought it might be the best for everyone if they didn’t know. I never got to tell you how much you mean to me! I’ll never forget our little secret place down by the river. When we were at this place I felt I had you all by my self. We talked about everything! I miss old times. Sometimes I take a walk down to the river and thinking of everything we talked about. And I’m thinking of you. When I just sit down and look at all the flowers I kind of forget how much I miss you, because I’m feeling you’re with me. I feel the connection, because we had a strong bond between us. I’m never going to tell anyone about or secret place. It ours. And there is always going to be something special about that place. I never told you how I feel about you, and you never told me, but I know there is something between us that nobody else has. I know that if we meet again I never going to let you go again. I want you here forever! We got something special. You know I’ll never forget you. You are always going to have a special place in my heart.

I’m hoping for an answer. I hope you will tell me about what you are doing on the daytime and about the new people you have met. Tell me everything. Take care! and take care of your broter!


 * Kisses from Kari.**


 * Hello!**

4th August, 1636

How are you? It’s not fun to sit her in the middle of a war and think of, If you are OK or not. I pray for you every day. It’s bad to see all the people that get killed and hurt. There is so much blood. The leader of our group picked five people to go to the hospital and try to help someone there. I was one of them. It hurts to see all these people so sick. They haven’t done anything. The children are the worst. They are so small and afraid.

When I was on the hospital I met a little girl. I guess she was around 4 – 5 years old. She had been shot in her foot and lost a lot of blood. She almost didn’t know what’s happening around her. There are so much guns and weapons. The little girl told me that she doesn’t know where her parents or brother are. She doesn’t know anybody and she don’t know where she can go when she gets out of the hospital. If she ever gets out alive… It’s hard to see a little girl in so much pain. What have she done? Nothing… It’s just not fair.

Sometimes when I see that a girl or boy has been shot, I thinking of that it should have been me. They are kids who can’t fight against all the big man with guns. Why haven’t I got killed? I deserve it more than these kids. I have been fighting in the war and shot people. We live in an unfair world! But when I see these kids I get more and more angry and I am going to fight! I will come home again! As the same person I was when I left, but I’m going to take care of you more then ever! Now I have realized how bad the real world is. I love you! I promise, I will be back as soon as I can!

Love from John