You're skipping along in the courtyard one day, happy that you don't have the plague. Mom and dad want to talk to you. Is this because you're about to become a bully to your cousin? Nope...
"Male Seven... we're sending you away"
"To summer camp?? Yesss!"
They share a look.
"No honey...you're going to Nyitra"
"Nyitra? Is that a summer camp?"
"No it's a county in...well, it doesn't matter"
"Oh...who else is going?"
"Just you. And your attendant whom we've all never really seen but assume he's there"
"Eww he stinks!"
"Lol"
"Do they speak our language at least?"
"Heh. Nah"
"Well will I at least be safe??"
"Of course! Unless...well nevermind"
"Unless what?"
"If a war breaks out, yeah you're...you're dead"
"WHAT!?"
"Yeah I mean...how it goes sometimes, eh"
"Well can I come back?"
"Sure!...in about eight years"
"EIGHT YEARS!?"
"It'll fly by"
"How will I make friends?"
"Dunno, kid"
"But-"
"See ya!"
Shit gives me nightmares man.