Where is the water - letter 3
I dont know how long I can hold out. I feel like a hot dog wich is fried in oil. We dont know how to handle this horrible situation, and many of the other guys have gived up and killed them selves. This morning i did one more try to find water. I found oil, but wee can not drink oil! Two ours later i did an other try. I found diamonds and gold. It seemes like the nature want us all dead.
When this letter reach you, I am probably dead but i promise to do my best to survive.
Written by Kjetil.
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