Day 15

Dear diary

I am now lost a refugee camp. I first went after a boy who took my ball and started running away. After chasing him, he finally dropped the ball and ran away. However then I was in a different part of the camp and there were many people who looked very sick. Therefore, I stopped a truck which was bringing more people in and asked for help. I then found out that they were not sick but very hungry. I also met another Australian in the truck and got as much Information I could get from him. I was so excited to find out that the government in Australia was much kinder and allowed girls to play soccer. However, my happiness did not last for long when I forgot how to get to my tent.

Day 16

Dear diary

I am so lucky! I am finally at my tent. When I was lost, the boy who tried to steal my ball had guided me to some people from the United Nation were giving out tickets to the people there and supposedly, my tent was just beside that place! However, something made me sick with panic again. Dad was surrounded by uniformed police.