Shmuel hesitated, he stared blankly at Bruno. He wanted to explain but the memories hurt too much. Although Bruno was waiting eagerly for a reply, Shmuel struggled to find an answer. The cold wind whipped sharply and violently through the barbed wire fence, harsh shouting of the soldiers in the distance echoed throughout the dull army camp. Pure sadness.
“An army took us away“ Shmuel mumbled softly.
Would Bruno ever truly understand the nightmare of this place? He remembered his own home, missed his beautiful room, and grieved for his lost life that died a long time ago. Bruno finally understood the sadness of his friend and how there’s darkness in light and there’s always a secret behind anything.
