The Arrival

The part of the fake letter I wrote is “At last, I have finally arrived to my destination. The people on the ship smelled of mouldy cod, the sea smelt like rotten salt. The journey was monotonous and scary. We pushed and shoved each other, trying to get through. It was downright boring. Everyone pushed me. The boat’s conditions were inhumaine. Everyone was dirty and greasy. I disembarked the boat and got a health check. It was boring but I was healthy.



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