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Dear Father

I am very greatful to you from the heart of my bottom for sending me to this interested country. Every day I find new things out about the natives. Today for one exampel I travelled in the undergrown train named the tube like the toothpaste. London is full up with the towerists from all the world. The English I reckognise because they are in the silent reading their newpapers. They know with the instinks like the animals which station they are wanting. They are very polite and if there is an old woman strip-hanging or a young pregnated lady they are jumping up and give to her the seat. When she thanks them they smile to her and say not a tall. I understand not.

The stations names is crazy. I say Lester but it is spelled Leicester. I say Hoburn but it is spelled Holborn and Gloster is Gloucester. Today I went to Hyde Park (not Hide) but there is nothing hiding there. Father I was disgusting when I saw the bad conducts on the grasses. The men and the women have not the shame. I higher me a dick chair and I sayt below a tree and not on the sun like the English men who tie the hankercheefs around their bold heads.

I am glad with this vocation before the collage start to understand what make the English ticks.

Your loving son,

Iziz

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