Dear Catherine

Friday 1st of October, in the Year of Our Lord 1610.

Dear diary, when I woke up in the morning, I had a new idea to make a medicine that dissolves headaches. I wanted so fast as possible make the new medicine. Fast I putted on a green cotton dress and putted my thick brown hair in a braid. I walked barefoot to the kitchen, it had frozen in the night, so it was really cold. Fast I grabbed some wood out of a bucket and made a fire in the stove. Then I walked to the kitchen cablet and grabbed a bottle with mint in it, there was only one mint stick left. ‘That’s not enough to make the medicine of it’ I thought. And thoughtless I putted my jacket and shoes on to go to the fair. ‘I need to be fast’ I thought ‘otherwise I am too late to give the bakery’s wife her medicine’. I walked through the half empty streets of Paris. When I was at the fair I immediately walked to the herbalist, “hello Catharina, which herbs do you want today?” He asked. “Three sticks of mint please. “Here you go” he said. “How are you today Catharina?” He asked, “I am doing well, thank you for asking” I answered. “Take good care of yourself Catharina, I have heard some stories about you. They suspect that thy is a witch.” He said. I felt nauseous. “I will take good care of myself, thank you. If you would excuse me now, I need to go somewhere.” I said and I waved when I walked away. “Have a nice day!” The herbalist said when I walked away. I walked to the church, it was a beautiful sand colored building with tulip formed towers, the Sacre Coeur. It was almost 10 o’clock so I wanted to pray in the church. When I was walking towards the church I saw 2 gaolers standing in front of the entrance,I got an anxious feeling in my stomach, that made me want to run away from the gaolers. ‘They are not standing there for me right?’ I thought. With all the bravery I had, I walked towards the entrance of the church. “Hello gentleman, may I go inside?” I asked the gaolers. “What is your name?” Asked one of the goalers. “My name is Catharina Jones” I said to them. “Jones you say?” Asked one of the gaolers, “yes Jones” I said. Immediately he grabbed my wrists and they pulled me on the ground, “ you have been arrested because you are a witch, you are a sneaky little witch” he said. My face turned pale and I was really scared. They rudely dragged me to a wagon. ‘This is the end’ I thought ‘soon I will burn on a fire pile’. After a long ride on the wagon I was rudely pulled outside the wagon and putted in a gaol. The gaol was located in the Bastille Saint-Antoine, the best guarded gaol of whole Paris. All my belongings were taken by the guards. I asked one of the gaolers if it was allowed to hold my diary and a pen. Now I still sit here to wait for my death. Saturday the second of October in the year of our lord 1610 will be my day of death. I will be burned in front of the Sacre Coeur, only because of some people who think I am a witch. I am not a witch. But they will only discover that if I am already dead, then they will see that I am innocent. I will burn into the fire of the ones who suspect me. I will burn under the authority of the church. They will watch how an innocent person will be burned, murdered.

The only thing that I can do now is pray, pray until God answers my prayers. I will pray for a soft dead, I will pray for grace. This is the last thing I will ever write. I am doomed.