[ WP ] The first time it happened , we viewed it as a blessing- now we pray for the day it stops .

( Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I wrote this on my phone. Kind of topical, maybe insensitive, but it was the first thing that came to mind. ) 
 
 Dear diary, 
 We were on the first train to Germany. The countryside is so beautiful here. I remember our first day in Munchen, my mother leading me by the hand as we moved with the crowd. I was awestruck by the towering monuments, the churches, the gardens. Everyone was so nice - they gave us food, water, even toys! But.. 
 
 The trains wo n't stop coming... People wo n't stop coming. What was once a gorgeous beer garden is now a shelter for the homeless. People are fighting in the streets and two months ago they imposed a curfew. My father hired a university student to give me private lessons instead of going to school because he wants to know I'm `` safe''... Are we really safe? Are we going to go somewhere else, and will that place end up like this too? I miss my friends... I miss the old bakery on the corner... 
 
 Do n't tell my father, but sometimes I wish the trains had never come at all.
