Thursday, 14.02.1752
I’m sorry my lovely diary, but I have to admit, that I lost you. Yesterday I was looking for my comb under my bed and suddenly I found you.
My life was very boring last year, so you haven’t missed a lot. But now I am extremely exited, because tomorrow is the first time I am allowed to be a congressman in the parliament.
My heart is in my boots right now. I am afraid that I will say something completely stupid. I hope I will leave a good mark.

Yours Stani