November 20, 1938
I was moved into the house's cellar today. The suspicion has increased over the last few days about people hiding Jews, and the Hubermanns feel that if a neighbor finds out, or a soldier inspects the house, they will be less likely to find me. I hate putting this responsibility on the shoulders of the Hubermanns, so I couldn't be any more grateful for knowing such a warm-hearted family.
I have an inkling they won't be able to hide me for long. German soldiers can find me if they search thoroughly enough, because I can't exit the house. Even if bombs rain down on Himmel Street, I can't go to a shelter, or anywhere else other than another side of the cellar. Besides, I can barely move in the cellar, and I must be very quiet and silent most of the time, because any visit could find out I'm here. Sadly, I either do this and adapt, or I can leave and most probably die, I'm not trying to die, but to survive.
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Max's Mein Kampf
Short StoryA very short story based on Markus Zusak's "The Book Thief," with familiar characters and the same story, but from a different point of view: Max Vanderbourg's. You might know the stories of many Jews during World War 2 in Germany, why not experienc...
