13th september 1939
Yesterday, ten days into WWII I was evacuated to the countryside. I am petrified. My essential belongings are on the train with me. I am close to the small town I’m going to live in for a little bit till the war is over. I have arrived…
A man called Mr Tom took me in. I am so embarrassed; I was the last one there. Mr Tom is a very braught man. I’m quite scared of him or anxious.
I got my own room which is good . I feel excited,overwhelmed and shocked. I don’t know what to do.
In the evening, Tom started to stoke the fire with the poker. I ended up fainting. I had a dayshavoo. I thought I was going to die because I thought I was going to be hit with the poker.
Last night was the first night. I felt sense of care from the man i feared the most