The Writings of a Dreamer

The 16th of April, 1790. Still in the caverne.

It is late at night and we are still in our little caverne. Papa had idea that we could sneak to the English channel and take a rowboat across but then he realized we got out on the wrong side of Paris and we would have to walk in the open considering that there aren’t any woods. Papa didn’t know if that would work. We would take une grande riske by doing that.

Later

Papa just had a great idea! We could escape to Allemagne! We are close enough to the German country. We could walk there in a matter of weeks. 2 or 3, maybe, walking only in the nuit. I am so excited! Finalement we will be able to depart these horrible Rebublicans. And their leader, Napoleon.