Letters to Rudy [The Book Thief Fanfiction]

sixth letter.

Hey Saukerl,

A Happy New Year!

A lot had happened during 1944, and now 1945 is approaching. Time is really fast, ja?

As the usual, we were having a feast again. And to repeat, it was a small feast, but memorable I would say. We bought a radio, a brand new one, to anticipate the news about the war and well, anticipate the countdown of new year.

The streets were loud, which was unusual because Himmel Strasse these days are occuppied by a few people and that includes us. But it was better than being lonely. We can't be lonely forever, right? And being lonely forever seems so cowardish to me, it can't settle you down.

A few firecrackers had been lit out, and it was quite good a view. The Führer was celebrating New Year as well and he was bound to roam around Nazi Germany to celebrate the celebration and check us of our loyalty to him. And with that, we actually hanged our old Nazi Flag on our house. I hate the Führer, why was he getting all he want and he has given all the special treatment? I would love the poor people, even a stranger, than to love him. Considering he took my mother and Max away.

Max, Max, Max. I thought for the moment. Is he doing great? How was he? Is he happy? Was he still alive? These questions and a lot more are running to my head. This state of unknowing is getting into my nerves. If the Führer didn't have to be at war with everything he hates.

But anyways, I don't want to think about anything else this moment. I just want to forget things for a while and hope. Hope that 1945 will be a great year for us all. Hopefully, it will.

So, cheers for a good 1945, ja?

I also hope that we will meet Max someday. Hopefully in 1945.

Until the next time I write you,

Liesel

P.S. Thank you for giving me a lot of Frau Wurtzbach's candies last Christmas! They're sweet!