“Can’t we stop for a moment? Hide in a shop maybe?” Jack panted as three teenagers slowed to a quick walk down a Berlin street. David and Hannah hurried along behind Jack while scolding him for such and absurd idea. They couldn’t stop until they reached safety. Running from a gestapo was difficult work and it would be too long before they could find a safe house or forest to duck into. They were Jews which somehow made them criminals in their world of 1940 Germany. Another threat was the British bombers who constantly flew overhead, leaving the three Jewish teens forever in fear of death in more ways than one. They had been kicked out of plenty of houses for the simple reason of fear. No one wanted to keep three young Jews in a house
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“Get out of here! They’re coming!”
This time the boys listened once they checked for themselves. Sure enough, here came the Gestapos. The three desperately ran into the crowd of Nazis and Germans. Here they would stick out even more. Something had to be done. They needed to get out of there.
All three turned their heads around as the muffled sound of the lost Nazis echoed through the crowd. They cursed the kids whom they couldn’t reach. For now, they were trapped in the midst of the square. David didn’t stop moving. Jack and Hannah kept up right beside him. Despite how malnourished and underfed they were, the three were surprisingly quick on their feet.
David veered left around a corner and onto Eigelstein Street where he and Jack had grown up. There was a small orphanage there and even though they refused to take in Jewish children, David knew he would find refuge there. The women who ran the place had cared for him and Jack since they were young and later, Hannah had joined them there as well.
David stopped dead in his tracks, leaving the other two to crash into him. No one said a word. They could only look around.
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The hatred for war and Hitler was slowly entering him. It was seldom that a boy like Jack ever grew hatred in his heart. “Wait.” David said, looking around at the scene. Several streets had been bombed already though it was completely invisible if you were standing on any other street. People wandered aimlessly around, calling for children, friends, and parents. David’s eyes landed on a small boy sitting in the center of the former road. His formerly white socks lay on the ground in front of him, turning darker and darker as the smoke rose from them. Small tears dripped down his cheeks and onto the ground. David walked over to the teary-eyed young boy. He recognized him from the orphanage. This was Wyatt. He had been at the orphanage for five years, his whole life. The French boy’s parents left France when he had been an infant to bring him to a German orphanage. They hadn’t wanted Wyatt to stay with them in France. All they had left him was the white socks that lay burning on the ground.
Wyatt’s dark hair wavered as he shook in the cold. It was long and needed a trim, but that was impossible these days. David watched as the boy repeatedly picked up the burning socks and dropped them from the heat. The tears dripped through the smoke rising as though they were attempting to help cool the socks
“Get out of here! They’re coming!”
This time the boys listened once they checked for themselves. Sure enough, here came the Gestapos. The three desperately ran into the crowd of Nazis and Germans. Here they would stick out even more. Something had to be done. They needed to get out of there.
All three turned their heads around as the muffled sound of the lost Nazis echoed through the crowd. They cursed the kids whom they couldn’t reach. For now, they were trapped in the midst of the square. David didn’t stop moving. Jack and Hannah kept up right beside him. Despite how malnourished and underfed they were, the three were surprisingly quick on their feet.
David veered left around a corner and onto Eigelstein Street where he and Jack had grown up. There was a small orphanage there and even though they refused to take in Jewish children, David knew he would find refuge there. The women who ran the place had cared for him and Jack since they were young and later, Hannah had joined them there as well.
David stopped dead in his tracks, leaving the other two to crash into him. No one said a word. They could only look around.
“David, come on. There’s nothing we can do …show more content…
The hatred for war and Hitler was slowly entering him. It was seldom that a boy like Jack ever grew hatred in his heart. “Wait.” David said, looking around at the scene. Several streets had been bombed already though it was completely invisible if you were standing on any other street. People wandered aimlessly around, calling for children, friends, and parents. David’s eyes landed on a small boy sitting in the center of the former road. His formerly white socks lay on the ground in front of him, turning darker and darker as the smoke rose from them. Small tears dripped down his cheeks and onto the ground. David walked over to the teary-eyed young boy. He recognized him from the orphanage. This was Wyatt. He had been at the orphanage for five years, his whole life. The French boy’s parents left France when he had been an infant to bring him to a German orphanage. They hadn’t wanted Wyatt to stay with them in France. All they had left him was the white socks that lay burning on the ground.
Wyatt’s dark hair wavered as he shook in the cold. It was long and needed a trim, but that was impossible these days. David watched as the boy repeatedly picked up the burning socks and dropped them from the heat. The tears dripped through the smoke rising as though they were attempting to help cool the socks