Letter to a twelve years old boys

Dear
I will describe you how it
My name is Ivan and
I am from
Every spring my friends and I ride a bicycle,
This spring we are
Many of my friends
We, kids from the neighborhood,
can play
And even when we can
that is for
Although, I am not always
now I would more like to be there
Now, you know how
I would never wish something like

Regards,

in NATO - countries

friend,
is to live under bombs.
I am twelve years old.
Belgrade.
play soccer and many other games.
sitting in shelters and houses.
are in the country.
who are staying here,
only between sirens.
go out from shelters
a very short time.
delighted with school,
than to listen to the bombs.
it is in Belgrade.
this to happen to anyone else.

Ivan