I wake up in a heated room, which sets me on alert immediately, the fact that my stomach isn't growling also puts me into an alarmed state. But then I remember that I told the Nazi officer that I was German, and that I had just run away from an 'animal' mob of Jews. It did hurt to insult my people, to insult my life, but without that doing I'm not sure if I would even have a life any more. Never the less, I could still feel guilt in the place where my heart was. Then I showed him the wound on my lower arm, and told him that the Jews had done that to me. At least that was one truth, the Jews had done it, it was something my 'group' did so that we so could tell each other from afar, and it was our sign. A triangle within a triangle, a representative of our old ancestors.
The tension in my muscles relax once again. I look out the small window in my room, it has the Nazi symbol on it. By the sun I can tell that the morning has reached its peak. The room is sparsely furnished. It has a bed and a chest of drawers. I go to open the drawers, but I hesitate, the drawers could be a disguise for a bomb. What if they've already discovered my lies? A wave of nausea pulls over me. See? This is the problem with lies, every time something looks suspicious, you make your self suspicious. If someone was watching me, they would know about my lies before I had the moment to realize. I open the top drawer anyway, and my heart beat slows again. I find a uniform. I put it on.
Then I open the door and walk out of the room to find myself in an Army training center.
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The Truth About Lies
KurzgeschichtenA Jewish girl call Hedya, masked up by Aldine the German. Hedya thinks that she has gotten away with her lies, and that she has tricked the Nazi official with success, but has she? Read and find out.
