Thursday, 9 June 2011

Autobiography of a paper

I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark.
That was my past. I actually was written upon by Henery D. Theorau!
But now I am over a century old and pieces of me are lost in the sands of this world as my bits kept abandoning me every time I was recycled.I need to write my story before I forget all of it.
Well, I shall concentrate on the part of my life when I was young and had not been recycled even a single time. I was created by a great Nazi scientist in 1942, when Hitler Had declared war on the allies and was looking strong. My ream was created for a reason-We had to be highly thin and durable, for we were needed to be concealed very often as most of us had highly classified orders written on us and were given to spies who risked their lives to present us to commanders waiting for war positions. I was the first paper of my kind to come into this world in my present form, and certainly the most important for a long time. My first writer was the 'Desert fox' himself, Feild Marshall Erwin Rommel! He was writing to a colonel on the French coast of Normandy, asking him to build forts, preparing for the allied invasion of June 6 1945, also known as D-day. All I say is that my life was highly eventful due to an excess of spies, guns, poets and highly ridiculed physicists. I cannot summarise all my life in a short piece but I can certainly inspire, which I just did!

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