Walking through the streets, I see a strange badge on
the shirts of a few people. Half the city reaches its destination by walking.
Some of them were weak and some were strong, Finally, I met Bruno. He is happy,
I don’t know him personally. It took 3 minutes for me to reach from page 1 to
page 3 to meet him. Bruno felt sad when his mother said that they are shifting
their home from Berlin to another place near his father’s work zone.
While they were
vacating their house, I waited for them to get into the car. I found Otta Frank
and Mrs Frank on the road.
Instead of
following Bruno, I followed them. They were walking for days, but when I saw
their face they were not Otta Frank and Mrs Frank. The watch in my wrist rang
its usual 6 o'clock alarm. I figured out its Sunday because I wake up at 6 on
Sundays. I immediately set the alarm on snooze. The chimney smell pierced my
nose. I followed the smell, it made its way through the streets of Amsterdam,
and reached a street annexe.
I sneaked through windows… wow.. How beautiful Anne
Frank is… She is just 15 years old and stays in a secret apartment with 8
people. She has experienced a lot of things; I can witness her love towards her
father and Peter. Their secret annexe is filled with a lot of emotions. The
pain of buying rations, the struggle of cooking without smoke going out the
chimney are part of their daily routine. Their days don’t end without uttering
HIS name. Lights are turned off now, let's go to sleep.
Oh, I forgot Bruno in Auschwitz. I went back to him.
I met his friend, Shmuel. Bruno is not aware who Shmuel was and why he wears
pyjamas. I feel bad for their friendship. They never knew about them. Bruno is
worried about Shmuel not playing with him. Shmuel is worried about his missing
father. But the pain in the concentration camp is not revealed to Bruno.
Going to a friend’s place is always happiness. Bruno
wears the same clothes as Shmuel, sneaks into the concentration camp. They go
for an adventure to find Shmuel’s father. A bell-like thing goes, a
nine-year-old should think its ice cream, but they are rushed into a gas
chamber. They are burned. Bruno’s father and mother follow in the steps of
Bruno.
Another alarm sound... I don't know who is next to be
burnt. Oh, it’s my watch. Back to reality, let me search the charger and
connect it. It’s done. I need to reach Auschwitz and the secret annexe.
Somewhere in between, the dementors picked me to their Azkaban. They sucked my
soul, consumed my happiness, and brought me despair. The prison is guarded by
hideous dementors in the very old Great Britain. Oh, the old kind of prison for
wizards is terrible but not as terrible as Shmuel's concentration camp and
secret annexe.
***
It’s true, the thing about books, they let us travel without moving our foot.
Author’s note:
The cities and places that I write about are not normal. The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas, The Diary of Anne Frank, and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban were the different pictures of prisons which existed during the times referred to. Bruno, Anne Frank, and Harry Potter are not supposed to face such pains and sufferings with limited joys.
