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