Help me translate English, thank you.

First of all, I thank you for replying to my email. My true feelings are between the lines and have been given to you.

How was your night in your country? I believe you had a wonderful evening, and the air quality there was good at first. I am in Dakar, Senegal. It's a little hot in here.

My name is Nora Utach, and I'm 23 years old. If we develop a real relationship, age is not important, so I don't care about your age. I come from Rwanda, West Africa. I am 5.4 feet tall, light in weight and single in color. I have never been married. Because of the civil war, I live in Dakar now. The war was a few years ago.

My late father, Dr. Johnson Utazi, was a politician and the managing director of Kigali (the capital of Rwanda) Gold Mine Company, but the former rebels attacked our home in the early morning and killed my mother and father in cold blood.

I survived, and now I'm trying to get myself to Senegal, a neighboring country. As a refugee, I got help from the priest. I use his computer to send you these emails.

I want to know more about you. What you like and what you don't like.

Please don't refuse my information, please believe me. Because my situation is a refugee here, I need my conscience all the more. I'll really like it when you get to know me. We'll be fine. Although I have an attitude, I have always trusted. I believe you won't abandon me in the end. I communicate with you because of my difficult situation in this refugee camp ...; It's like being alone in prison, hoping to get out of here as soon as possible by the grace of God.

I have no relatives. All my relatives escaped in the war. The only thing I have is Reverend William Peters, who is a priest here. He has been very kind to me because I came here, but I can't live with him. I actually live in a girls' dormitory, because there are two hotels in the camp, one is a man and the other is a woman.

Miss Nora Jutaz

The phone number of the pastor is (+22 1-762-897-67 1) and the e-mail address is (reverendwilliamsters @ yahoo.com).

Honey, if you call, be sure to tell him you want to see me, and he will meet me at the hotel. As a refugee, I have no right or privilege to touch anything, such as money or anything else, which is not allowed by the laws of this country. Honey, I seem to be going back to school. I was a freshman before the disaster, and then all this happened.

Please listen to me (this is a secret, even no one can accept it, and the priest knows it). I have my father's account statement and death certificate. I will give you a letter, because when he was alive, he mortgaged some money in a foreign bank. He used my name, and the amount was about 65 million dollars.