1.11.04

dear comrades,
we've finally got time to write our first letter after being sent to the camp. its really tough here. all our fellow mates who didnt betray us are all being tortured. and some, who ever so betrayed us. who tricked us into trusting them. these were the unkindest cut of all.








"To be or not to be
--that is the question:
-- Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
and by opposing end them?"

a touch of jollification ;