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Although I'm Only Fourteen, I Know Quite Well What I Want, I Know Who Is Right And Who Is Wrong. I Have My Opinions, My Own Ideas And Principles, And Although It May Sound Pretty Mad From An Adolescent, I Feel More Of A Person Than A Child, I Feel Quite Indepedent Of Anyone.

I Feel The Suffering Of Millions. And Yet, When I Look Up At The Sky, I Somehow Feel That Every-thing Will Change For The Better, That This Cruelty Too Shall End, That Peace And Tranquility Will Return Once More.

Writing In A Diary Is A Really Strange Experience For Someone Like Me. Not Only Because I’ve Never Written Anything Before, But Also Because It Seems To Me That Later On Neither I Nor Anyone Else Will Be Interested In The Musings Of A Thirteen-year Old School Girl. Oh Well, It Doesn’t Matter. I Feel Like Writing.

Sometimes I Believe That God Wants To Try Me, Both Now And Later On; I Must Become Good Through My Own Efforts, Without Examples And Without Good Advice.

I Don't Believe That The Big Men, The Politicians And Capitalists Alone, Are Guilty Of War. Oh No, The Little Man Is Just As Guilty, Otherwise The Peoples Of The World Would Have Risen In Revolt Long Ago!