Oh Auntie, I was just about to go into my apartment when this man pushed me down and yanked my purse from me. I’m ok Auntie, more scared than hurt. I couldn’t scream, I was that scared but my neighbor saw what happened and called the police. When the police came they weren’t very nice to me. I was asked all these questions about my living sitution like whether I had enough food in my refrigerator, did I wash and put away my breakfast dishes, did I eat breakfast and what was I planning to eat for dinner. The more the police asked me these questions the more upset I got. I kept asking the policeman what did all these questions have to do with my purse being stolen but I was told I had to answer all the questions if I wanted my purse back. The policeman got everything all mixed up. I told the police it was an older man in a blue sweater who robbed me. He kept asking me why a young teen aged boy in a green sweater with blue jeans would want to steal my backpack. Auntie, I kept repeating myself, telling him over and over again the same story but he kept insisiting I said it was a young man who stole my backpack.
Auntie, my keys were in the purse. I can’t afford to have my locks changed and you know the landlord, he won’t change the locks.
Auntie, please, when you get this letter, post a reply as soon as you can. I’ m all alone in this city and I don’t know what to do.
Your neice.
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I meet my friend Kao at a local coffee house. Before he came to America he was a communications worker in a "dead letter" office. He's going to share with me some of these "dead letters". Some of the letters are from a young boy incarcerated in a work/rehabilitation camp. I have agreed to change the names and places to protect the letter writers and the recipients, otherwise all these letters are exact translations.
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