January, the 4th

I suppose I can rightly call myself a 12 years old now. But I feel more or less the same. Maybe it just doesn't matter any longer. Now, I have a calendar, but, of course, it will be over in a year... maybe I will make me one myself, I don't know, perhaps it's worthless.

What I have to do soon is to wash my clothes, because I have not a clean thing left. Not in the washing machine, of course, because there's no electricity...Oh my, the water I will have to load...by the way, the bathroom just stinks... yeah, I know, but if you had to carry loads of water up over seven stories.

What I'm going to do, is to move to the the first floor. Mom had their key, just in case, something happened.

Sorry for the stains. My tears, you know, I still don't want to remember mom, cause it hurts, you know. Well, what I'll do is to go down myself and a couple of things I like; books, games and that stuff, you know it's boring to be so alone always. Then, I'll see what I can find down there.

January the 4th (evening)

Well, just moved! In fact this house is quite like my old one, same rooms, same corridors and all that; but in a way quite different: the furniture, the decoration, the smell; it's like the house knew I am an intruder.

I am already cleaning, not just washing my clothes. Before me, some pigeons had broke in and well, you know, they have done their little things here. But, I'm already at it, and it looks much better now. I have never been a big fan of homemaking. I suppose kids aren't, but, now, the world is such a big mess that I only want to have a little haven, a small "alcázar".

"Alcázar" is a very nice word; you know, Spain was once an Arab country, and so came this word. It's like a castle, but much more beautiful, and Spanish .


I don't think I can make this whole condo beautiful. In fact, it's so awful that not even before the... virus, you wished nobody at school knew you lived here. But, my floor, I think I can, and for a time it will be good enough for me.

There's no fresh food left, but got loads of cans and cookies from the mall, for more than a year. I wonder what will happen later, maybe I'll starve... do you know what to do? Maybe to grow vegetables or something...

Well, it's getting dark, and I want to ration my batteries, so I shall go to bed.

If I don't go on with this diary, just pray for me....

Good night.