March of the Living 1999 Diary

April 23, 5:00 PM

Here I am at Shoshana's house. I don't really know what I was expecting, so I can't say how they are compared to my expectations. They're nice people, and have offered me food at least a half-dozen times already, as I suppose most grandparents do.

I know many people who are staying with slightly older cousins. They're probably going to be shopping or partying tonight and tomorrow. Unlike them, there isn't all that much to do here. But that's okay. I need a bit of a break.

I don't really know what else to say. I'm in a guest bedroom now, and I think I'm going to listen to my music and try to get some much-needed sleep.

G'night,
Julie