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Friday, March 8, 2019

Boy in the Striped Pyjamas Film Essay

I am very distressed about living in this dread(a) place. I absolutely hate it I cant gestate we moved from the best house EVER With 5 floors if you included the basement and the top floor with the window where if I stand on the abolish of my toes I could see the whole of Berlin, to this place which Im passably sure is the worst house ever. I miss Berlin so oftentimes but most of wholly I miss you and grandfather.This house is in truth sm every too, and I mean it is tiny It only has 3 floors which sum there is not a lot of exploring to be done standardised in Berlin, in Berlin I had explored every single place I could think of but so I find something new all told(prenominal) of a sudden. Also vex and father dont let me explore in the new back garden because it is out of bounds. What ever that means. Theres nothing to explore in the mien garden either because its so small.Perplexed, I stood and gazed through my chamber window. There were so many sodbusters working on one vast field with little huts that disappeared into the distance The thing that horrified me most of all was that even kids starting from the age of about 4 were working and they looked so anorexic. Each time the soldiers shouted the kids would huddle closer and closer together. They all seemed so scared as if they were being forced to, hmmm All of the farmers looked authentically skinny, almost anorexic. One of the farmers even works in our kitchen peeling all of the vegetables.I found it really tedious with nothing to do so I decided to make a swing. To make the swing I needed some rope which was easy to find, and a tire which was a little trickier I interrupted Gretel whilst she was flirting so I could deal lieutenant Kotler if he had a spare tire. After a coarse and boring chat he gave me one and I made my swing. once I had finished building the swing, I enjoyed it really well. But then I fell and hurt my knee really bad. I conceit I would bleed to death but then a farmer called Pavel that worked in our kitchen ran over and helped me. After he had cleaned and bandaged my cut mother had finally arrived. She had figured out what happened almost immediately, she did not look pleased.

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