18 Bucuresti str. Chisinau, 2001 Republic of Moldova June 13, 2013 Edward Kenway 34614 Revolution str.

Brooksville, FL 18290 USA Dear Edward, I hope this letter finds you all safe and sound. Its been quite some time since I wrote you last time so I have decided to tell you about my most recent experiences, which are not exactly that good, but dont worry I am fine. So I had decided to go to a football match and of course I had to buy tickets. The day when they started to sell them I got up early in the morning, took a bus to the stadium thinking that I would be able to get some of the best seats. As I got there I found out that it was not only me who thought similarly, there already were hundreds if not thousands of people waiting in line. I was very disappointed. In fact I almost gave up and was preparing to leave, but then I said to myself: Am I this weak? . I began to wait patiently in that enormous crowd of football fans. Time passed and the sun was rising up on the clear sky making the mercury in the thermometers quickly reach the level of 30 degrees on Celsius even though in the morning it looked kind of gloomy. The air was dry and the people were sweating. It seemed as if the line was infinite and there still were random newcomers. One by one, everyone started to lose patience. They began pulling and pushing each other trying to make their way through. I didnt even notice but it already was three oclock, so that makes it almost eight hours of wasted time. I was more than tired. Suddenly I saw the booking office not far from me, I though the pain was close to an end. I never was that wrong. So there I am in front of the salesclerk who simply tells me that the only tickets left are in the VIP boxes. For sure I could not afford to pay such prices so, exhausted as I was, turned around, walked on the side of the road towards the bus station with a miserable smile on my face. Then there was a guy who followed me, approached and asked about the tickets. Then he hands me a ticket and says:Here, I can sell this to you for 100lei, because I have decided not to go. He caught me off guard so I accepted. I thanked him and actually claimed that he made my day. Then, in the bus, as I tried to sit down the ticket fell. I picked it up and then I saw that it was a fake, a home printed version. That man literally robbed me in the middle of the day. I cant even express how terrible I felt in that moment, completely demoralized. That puts an end to my story but for sure I will remember this for some time. I am looking to hear from you soon. Good luck. Yours sincerely, Dan Chirtoaca