“Partisan” Hello, I'm Justin, and I have a story to tell you. It's 1939, German Jews like me had suffered through Kristallnacht or Night of the Broken Glass. My street glistens and shimmers with sharp shards of fractured windows; charred buildings reduced to ashes due to the red, rolling flames that engulfed them last night. Orphaned children were forced out on the street after the Nazis took their parents. Houses looked bleak with bullet holes and abandoned, like as if people had left them for years. Some houses have peeling paint and dusty windows. My house looks nothing different. Things are starting to get worse. My friend Kassidie is planning to move away from Berlin and go to Warsaw, Poland. I overheard my parents talking about
