I was walking through Nazi Germany when I smelled smoke. I turned the corner and the Jewish temple was being burned. Guards stopped me and told me to walk away back down the street. I turned around and I saw people being rounded into trucks. That night my father, a respected Nazi officer, told me not to be or play near Jews for my safety. I knew my best friend was Jewish. I went to a Jewish school because that was the closest school. The next morning my father said the next day I was moving schools. Everyone in my class was Jewish. That day a tank smashed into the school’s old brick wall sending up a tsunami of dust. Bricks were falling everywhere, gunshots rang out like the sound of a sputtering engine. I jumped on my friend Sam,
