It’s very quiet here. Everything is ready and tomorrow the cart will come and move our things to a new home – but we don't want to go. I don't want to go. The children don't want to go and the people of the village don't want to go. But we have to go because the people of Liverpool want water!
Everything has closed. Village life is finished. It's painful! It's too painful! We've protested. We've been to Liverpool protesting but the people of Liverpool don't want to know – because they want water.
And now, here I am in the small room packing everything – because I'm going to a new home tomorrow, but I don't want to go! In this room my children have eaten... and played. This is where we have lived as a family – happy, wonderful days! But no more!
The big machines make a terrible noise going up and down the road. I feel scared and nervous – and terribly sad because tomorrow this home will be a heap of stones on the ground. And then, soon, the water will come and our little village – our beloved village – will be under water – because the people of Liverpool want water ...
Good night. No, not “Good night” but “Goodbye!”