The Mosquito Coast...Part 2

Inspector: Hello I am Inspector Columbo, what’s your name?

Charlie: My name is Charlie!

Inspector: Okay, can I ask you a few questions, about the death of your father?

Charlie: Oh, yes.

Inspector: What do you think, why your father had to die?

Charlie: It could be possible that the explosion is his fault but I am not sure.

Inspector: Good, that would be a good matter, to kill him. And why he would do so a terrible assassination.

Charlie: Hm, it could be that he saw the Indians as they watch TV and don’t work, because in his opinion every normal people have to work all the day.

Inspector: Mhm, okay. Describe me, how do you see murder act?

Charlie: Okay, I was on the boat with Jerry and suddenly we saw that the church burned, a little bit later dad came back from the other side of the river with the little boat, we wanted to help him to get up on the boat, but then we heard the shoot and father plumped back into the little boat. We carried him in our boat and drove away, a few days later he died on the sequences of the gunshot wound.

Inspector: Okay thank you for your assistance, we will do everything to catch the murderer.

Charlie: Thank you, bye.

The Mosquito Coast...Part 1

Dear friend in the U.S

How are you?

From one week I sat in Jeronimo a little village in the jungle from the Honduras and I felt fine but I had to say I missed the States also in this time. But so bad wasn’t it. My father made a machine which produced ice, my dad called this machine fat-boy. In this time my brother my sisters and my played in the jungle with kids from another family. One day my father and I went to the neighbour villages, to show them the ice from the fat-boy and made a business but that wasn’t a good business (nobody need ice in the jungle!). Every thing was okay but then fat-boy explodes and at this moment the bad time began.

And so I sit in La Ceiba, an other village and i feel not very good because my father is dead. Somebody shot him down with a gun. And we are here, without my dad and with many troubles. Now I miss America more and more, because I don’t know what do!

My father was so a good workman and he always want to live easy and he never needs much of things to live.

On the one Hand I loved my father very much, also when he was very strict to my brother Jerry and on the other Hand I am happy that he is death because now the whole family want back into the States.

Yours Charlie