Pensionat Anneberg

Jag var där på en skolresa; boendet var fruktansvärt, rummen var hemska, det fanns inga nycklar, rummen luktade judar som dör i ett koncentrationsläger och maten var hemsk också. Jag kan inte rekommendera det. 🤬 …

Den här dikten beskriver mina känslor: Åh, herr Mgr. Zdeněk Šmíd, Min Gud, vad barmhärtig jag inte skulle vilja vara mot dem. …

This poem describes my feelings: Oh, Mr. Mgr. Zdeněk Šmíd, My God, how merciful I would not want to be to them. He, known for his unprofessional approach, however, we would rather protect ourselves with distance. His unbeatable humor, It will cause a brain tumor. He is said to threaten us with bullying, Oh, help us, God. Upon arrival, we would rather put on our own sheets, And Mr. Šmíd will crawl through our clothes while looking for mushrooms. We will have a disgusting soup for dinner, And Mr. Šmíd will steal our sock. He did not entertain us with his jokes, I would rather not live. I want to be back home, However, I will have to survive for a few more days.