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Dear Ma
Dad and I went camping for the weekend at that other farm. The place where we went to had a couple of silly rules but we were smarter than the system, again, like always. I can't remember the whole story now. Doctor says it could have something to do with drinking water from that hidden underground pipe that we found and tapped into. As I remember more details after will tell you the whole story over the next couple of letters.
They told us that there are no filling stations near the camping place but I managed to get to the camp site on fumes.
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Letters from Piet
Dear Ma
Boet and me are having the best time here. When Skoffel told us about the camp we thought it was not going to be too lekker but you know what, now that we are here we are really glad we came. It feels like we are in the Roman army, like in the movies where you see thousands and thousands of men together ready to fight a battle. Some men are here to fight with the organisers, some to fight with other men camping next to them but you know what: I think I am here to fight a battle with myself. Ma,... ... I miss God. These guys here, they don't even try to convince us; but Ma, someone is stirring stuff in me... stirring stuff in all the men here... ...
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