Time for action
I did not feel sorry for her. I know what had happened to her child, and it was better for her to be dead. What shall I do? What can I do? How can I escape from this dreadful place of night, despair, and fear?
25 June.- Until he has had a really bad night, no-one realizes how sweet the morning can be. The sun rose this morning and lit up the top of the main gate near my window. Where the sunlight touched, it seemed as though the world was filled with hope once more. My fear fell away from me. It seemed like clothing made of mist which melted in the warmth of the sun.