“They stared outside. Bruno and Gretel looked through the glass feeling confused. They gazed outside the window so they saw everything that happened. Gretel and Bruno glared at a high wire fence topped with sharp coils of barbed wire stretched into the distance where groups of soldiers marched through the grey dust. An empty wasteland. “Who are all those people?” Bruno asked. Why was everyone wearing the same striped clothes? They stared at huts outside and watched the soldiers and felt a cold chill. Bruno turned away from the window and accepted that nothing will ever be the same again like in Berlin.”