A few days have passed since my last entry and I’m beginning to get used to the way things are done. My father was in the army during the war. He said that being in the ranks with thugs was more dangerous than fighting the Japanese. He got away from them by joining the Military Police. I don’t want to join anything. I just want to go home.
Each morning, I wake up in our freezing dorm, quickly pull on my clothes and go down to clean my teeth. My toothpaste is all used up. Other boys steal it. I went into town and bought Eucryl tooth powder. They don’t like that. Nobody steals it. I’m learning.
Mini and I are becoming good friends. We cycle to school together and generally try to watch out for each other. People like him. They don’t like me so much. I still don’t know how to use a slide ru
