1st September

Dear Diary,
today, my parents and I are going to a restaurant for lunch because it's my birthday, I'm 10 years old. Then we will go to the merry-go-round, to the zoo and to the p....
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. When I was ten years old I wrote a diary, today I am 17 and on the table next to my bed there is a black open book in which is the last entry from September 1st, it is my diary in which I wrote it at that time.
Actually, the rest of the diary, torn boards with torn pages and one charred page where dust covered the last word, a diary that remained for decades where our house used to be and where I found it last year and took it to my room at the station that is now home of our company.