Dear diary,

Today is the worst day of my life. Our boat broke in a terrible storm last night while we were trying to reach Lampedusa. Now, I am on a quiet, empty island. I am completely alone.

I am very, very sad. I suppose that my friends are dead. The sea took them. I cannot see them. One of them was my best friends and I want to cry, but I have no tears left.

At the moment I don't have a shelter; tonight I'm sleeping under a  tree.I have no food.My clothes are wet and dirty. I am very tired and my body hurts. It is getting dark now. The only sound you can hear is the waves 

I don't know what to do tomorrow. I am scared, and I miss my home and my family.

It is morning now and the  sun is hot.The birds are singing. I am still alive, but I am very weak. I always look at the sea  and I hope to see a boat, but there is nothing. Only the blue water and the hot sand.

I always tell myself: "You must be strong. You want a better life, so you must survive." First, I need water.  

In the afternoon I  looked for my friends again and walked along the beach for two hours. Suddenly, I saw something orange in the distance. It was a life jacket! I run to it but it was only a bag. I opened the bag. Inside, there was a dry shirt, a small knife, and a photo of a family. They are not my family, but I felt less alone.

I am a young man. I have a dream of a better life in Europe. I 'd like to work and help my mother.

 I sat on the sand and wrote "HELP" on the sand

I am tired, but I won't give up.