They brought me to camp yesterday. Mummy was crying, I watched from behind the gates. But Mummy always beat me. This woman looked nicer, but equally sad.
I was a bit uneasy, but the lady promised we would be together soon.
The gate has small red flags on it. They're called 'Swansea cars'. It sounds silly. They took us around the camp for orientation, where we saw the kitchens. Well, smelt it.
The smoke smelt like pork. I like pork.
Our hair was shaved today. The nice lady said that we should be as presentable as possible, then gave me some paper and a pencil to play with. They're taking us to shower tomorrow. I miss Mummy.
The nice lady had puffy eyes today. She brought us to the shower rooms, then gave me a hug and promised that Mummy would be there soon, then left. I really miss her.