Dear Paul,
I didn't have the time to write you until now. Hope you are alright. You asked me to tell you how it is in the jungles of the Honduras. Well, I 'll never forget this time. The muddy place where we lived was called Jeronimo. My father told the Indians, who lived there until we came, that they could stay if they worked. And then he built an ice-machine! Yes, really! When it was finished he planned to bring some ice to the Indians, because my daddy assumed that they hadn't seen any ice before. He got disappointed when they already knew what it was and when he found out that it was the fault of the missionaries. Afterwards he got another stupid idea: He wanted to bring them a bigger block of ice. But when we arrived at the Indian's place, the ice had already melted. At their place we met some white guys and father thought that they were prisoners of the Indians so he told them where we lived. But they weren't prisoners. When they came to us, they had guns and didn't want to leave. So Daddy told them to sleep in the ice-machine and then I had to lock it so that the men couldn't get ouf of it and then Daddy burnt it. They tried to get out by shooting at the walls, which then started an explosion which destroyed everything and so we had to leave with a boat. The next day we reached Guampu. Daddy was really angry, because all was clean and there were normal houses and a church. Daddy said that he would teach them a lesson and so he did. He blew up the church! But then...when he came back and wanted to get into the boat a shot hit Daddy in the neck and after a few days he died... I could see how some birds pulled out his tongue. I will never forget this. Do you think it is a sign? That this is the punishment, because he lied to us?
Yours Charlie
I didn't have the time to write you until now. Hope you are alright. You asked me to tell you how it is in the jungles of the Honduras. Well, I 'll never forget this time. The muddy place where we lived was called Jeronimo. My father told the Indians, who lived there until we came, that they could stay if they worked. And then he built an ice-machine! Yes, really! When it was finished he planned to bring some ice to the Indians, because my daddy assumed that they hadn't seen any ice before. He got disappointed when they already knew what it was and when he found out that it was the fault of the missionaries. Afterwards he got another stupid idea: He wanted to bring them a bigger block of ice. But when we arrived at the Indian's place, the ice had already melted. At their place we met some white guys and father thought that they were prisoners of the Indians so he told them where we lived. But they weren't prisoners. When they came to us, they had guns and didn't want to leave. So Daddy told them to sleep in the ice-machine and then I had to lock it so that the men couldn't get ouf of it and then Daddy burnt it. They tried to get out by shooting at the walls, which then started an explosion which destroyed everything and so we had to leave with a boat. The next day we reached Guampu. Daddy was really angry, because all was clean and there were normal houses and a church. Daddy said that he would teach them a lesson and so he did. He blew up the church! But then...when he came back and wanted to get into the boat a shot hit Daddy in the neck and after a few days he died... I could see how some birds pulled out his tongue. I will never forget this. Do you think it is a sign? That this is the punishment, because he lied to us?
Yours Charlie
