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Dear Lola,

I know that I am not writing very often because I have not really interesting stories.

now I had an idea to tell you about a terrible journey.

It was in my sommer holiday in Turkey. We stayed there for two weeks and enjoyed the beaches.

Then we wanted to drive home. On the last day we planned to drive to the beach from Urulu. The road went uphill and downhill.
Suddenly the car could not drive uphill any more. We drove to a mechanic and he said that the diesel injection pump was broken. Another mechanic said that it was the turbo control sensor. We bought it but the turbo control sensor had to come by post. So we had to stay a week longer. When we got the knob, we got into our car and drove off. On the motorway the turbo only worked sometimes.

 At the border to Hungary we had to wait for four hours. When we passed the border it was 9 o’clock in the evening. We looked for a hotel. One hour later we found a place to sleep. When we went in our room it smelled of mildew. On the next day we walked to the restaurant near our hotel. We ordered breakfast. We got foul smelling brown ham with stinking bread. There were dogs without tails, they looked ugly. We gave these dogs our food. Later we drove away. On the last part of our way home our air condition broke down. Very tired, we arrived at home. This journey was really horrible.

Now you know why I wrote this story: it was funny and terrible. The last sentence was: Home sweet home!

I hope that you can write soon.

Yours,
Idria