Wow! What a great afternoon of writing we’ve had! Many thanks to Sarah and Asmerom for coming to see us again and for being so inspirational!
Here is the Simple Acts website with the video to watch: Simple Acts
Here are some of our fantastic Letters to Europe!
I’ve always dreamed of being in your grounds and learning all your languages and ideas. But I don’t know if I can trust you and others. Everyone says that you’re so clean and tidy, never horrid or the bully of everything. That’s why I’m nervous, it’s my first time meeting you and I don’t know why.
I’ve read all about you, all your facts and your ways. I can hear you, I know it sounds weird but it’s true. I’ve tasted your food, it’s delicious and I think it must be made by a very famous person!
In my mind I can picture you smiling and waving at me and I’m very happy about moving away from this horrid camp. And I’m happy that at last I can see you.
Your new hopefully friend,
I hope you’re kind to me. I hope you’re smart. I hope I can smell, also touch, hear and defend you, because I think you’re giant but also small, and I hope you have pavements to guide me all around you Europe. Your grass is soft and mountains are white and fluffy. So I will be there one day Europe, I will be there.
I want to go into you but you won’t let me in. It’s like you have locked the door and you don’t want to answer the doorbell. But I still wait at the doorstep, waiting and waiting for you to answer.
As I look down on you, taking in your beauty, my heart fills with hope. As I watch the sun rise I really, really wish you will accept me in your arms. I smell your warmth and courage, then I take a smell of my air and flood with jealousy as all the dull normal air comes to me – the air that they say is mine.
As long as I dream of you it feels like I am there. Full of happy kids and full of cars, and I think I am there but I am not there. I gulp your air and I am jealous of you, but as all dreams have to wake up and I gulp my air in and hate it in disgust.
Please let me in so I can see your beautiful grass fields and tall mountains. I dream of you every day.
You are the only place I want to go, you feel to me the best continent ever. If I were in you I know I would see amazing sights, smell lovely smells, feel the softest grass ever and eat the nicest food on the planet.
Please let me in so I can have a wonderful life and I will no longer have to dream of you but experience all the lovely stuff for real!
I wish I could be in your lovely warm hands and feel the sun on my cheeks. I hope we might unite some day but for now I remain English. I want to come in to Europe but it’s like an invisible force is pushing me away.
With beautiful sun beaming down on you. How I’m jealous of your sun-ripe grass and beautiful rich taste of air, and my fumy air. Your sense of humour and your music softly playing. Although our countries are much different and far apart I want yours and you want mine. So Europe remember me and my country and I will definitely, definitely remember yours.
Even though you are far away I still long to have you.
To take you away and never give you back.
To hide you in my pocket and never show a soul.
How I long to have you.
With your glistening lakes and shining seas, sunny days and green, green leaves.
How I long to have you.
With your ice-capped mountains and your golden sand, your wonderful scents and your everlasting land that lies so beautifully.
So please will you
protect me and stay with me
I see your warmth and your loving coming over to me, making me feel quite jealous, but it doesn’t matter because I care for you.
Watching the flow of your river going under the bridge fast with all your waves racing to get to the finish, your birds flying in the trees, crisp apples in those trees, sometimes falling off because pecked by the colourful birds.
I see your mountains, some high, some low, some in the middle, in winter covered with snow like a little white sheet placed on it.
Thank you for having me.
I don’t feel we’re together properly. In the summer I used to go outside but now I don’t. I stay inside all day in my room, playing with my toys. At night I listen to music, close my eyes and sleep.
Now I feel like I’m more with you. I go outside more and sweet smells of your flowers come into my nose.
I taste your delicious food you have made and see your pretty rivers you made and your lakes.
I hope we meet soon again.
When I sleep I dream of you. I think of what you’ll be like in the future. Will your cars still be cars? Will your houses still be houses? I think of when I was looking down at you from a plane. Your houses that look like pebbles. Your cars that look like little dots of the rainbow, blue, red, green, yellow, all the colours I can think of.
You look up at me when I am in a plane. I adore your patchwork fields and your snow topped mountains and your magical buildings. I’m coming Europe, I’m coming.
From the breezes of the mountains to the water in the depths, visiting your unseen discoveries you seem like a totally different person from me. Why can’t I just see your point like this? From the help you gave me, all I needed. So many people staying at home not getting a gift of seeing you, a fabulous place you are, can I stay here forever? Through the good and bad? Or shall I go home where I belong? I shall have to decide what’s good for me, and what i have feelings about. You are the person who has to persuade people to see you.
I write this as I dream of you so far away, I often wish I could breathe in your cool sweet air, tender and soft, your air stroking over my cold cheeks, making me warm and content. I want to be with you to feel your ground as soft as cotton. Your clouds watch me as I sigh in this machine flying over you. I feel comfortable as I think I will be part of you to breathe in your air, to feel your ground beneath my feet and to be safe from all harm and to have peace in my mind.
Until we meet, Europe, until we meet.
What great writing! And there is still more to come! I am hoping that we will be able to make all our letters into short videos that we will be able to share on the blog. Excellent writing, 5D!