Chapter 8 for freedom

for freedom It was just dawn. I have made a big decision.Before acting, I'm going to write a few more lines in my journal.My diary has recorded my many joys and sorrows, although I am only a nine-year-old child. After the dance last night, I heard them chattering at my door, and I pretended to be asleep, so They didn't wake me up.However, when I got up the next morning, I would definitely be beaten and scolded by them, although the place where I was beaten by my father still hurts. Thinking of this, I didn't sleep well all night. For me, there was no other way but to run away from home before my father, mother and sisters got up.In this way, they will learn that children should correct their mistakes, but they cannot rely on sticks.Because, as history tells us, although the Austrians have brutally suppressed the vast number of patriots who struggled for freedom in our country, the stick can only hurt their flesh, but cannot shake their faith.

I was therefore going to flee to the country, to Aunt Bettina's, where I had been.The train leaves at six o'clock, half an hour from home to the train station is enough. Preparations for the escape were fully made.I have brought two pairs of socks and a change of shirt... The house is quiet, I will go down the stairs softly, softly, to the country, to a place of freedom... for freedom! October 17