Sarit letter, part_1
By the outsider
Sarit spills her heart as she writes to her mother one week after arriving to
America.
I am a little warned out about my story: "From a mayor to a slave", so I'll
write this one hopping to get some ideas until the end.
10.4.2005
Dear mother.
It is now a month since I arrived over here to Empire-city. I'm scared mommy,
for the 1st time in my life I can't hold you or daddy. It only bean one week
since you were murdered and I'm lost. Thanks to Anne I met this slave, Simon,
who is owned by Anne's friend, bitch. I swear to you mommy that I will find a
way to get her freedom back to her.
Mommy, I want to say that I'm sorry. I know that I promised, but I can't hold
Anne as the responsible for your death anymore. However, I CAN and I WILL hold
the two bitches; U. N. Secretary General Elizabeth Wu and US President Simpson
form what they did. I still ear those words from that bitch, sitting safely in
the white-house while you and daddy were blown up, saying: "the American public
condom the terror attack." And then after a few days I heard that bitch say:
"However, if Israel will lift one finger against the terror, we will cut the
funds and humiliate her."
And those pigs in the U. N. one day they will fall. I just know that Anne will
find the way to help me without her knowing that. I hope that she will be able
to forgive me when she will fine that out. However, I have to do what I have to
do. I'm going to help Simon to get revenge and I know how. You see, I found some
information about that bitch and I will use it to help this sexy woman.
Only one week ago, I went with Anne to meet with a redhead woman who is called
Morganna, who you can see in the picture. She is the cute redhead with her feet
on the ground. Anyway, poor Simon was: spanked, whipped and abused. In her eyes
I saw that one day; if she will get the chance then she will get both her
freedom and revenge.
Mother, do you remember that I fell in love with the girl next door?
Well, I felt that feeling once again when I saw that abused... slave. I know
that Anne as powers, but even she can't explain how I fell in love with someone
who supposed to be under me in the status scale of this strange city. Mother,
the flight over was great. Anne bought me a ticket to fly at the 1st class.
You know, maybe Yael was right: Since leaving the kibbutz, I met a brand new
world which I never knew about. Look mother, Anne is a great sport and I do
believe that you two could be great friends if you gave her a 2nd chance. Look
mother, I know how much you loved her and it was a mistake.
Anyway, I will write to you soon.
Love you: Sarit.
