Gestapo

Gestapo

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The year is 1927, and all is not well in war-ravished Germany. Nine years after the end of the Great War, dark times still cloud the country - but who has the heart to tell that to Peter, a young boy of the suburbs? Growing up innocent, there is nothing to stop his happy memories from forming: birthdays, friends, markets, and, mostly, Rebecca. The year is 1936, and Hitler will not bring glory to Germany. Three years before the beginning of the Second World War, Peter knows that. Grown up and defeated, Peter no longer thinks of Rebecca. Until he finds her huddled in an alleyway, a Jew and an outcast.
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Augenblick: German, A fleeting moment that is incredibly significant. 'In the blink of an eye' Boy meets boy; with this equations love always blooms and it was no different for Otto and Daniel. Yet love was slow and when it came the rest of the universe was against them, the short summer of 1939 brought them closer than ever but tore them apart just as quickly. Otto flees for Austria at the call of war bells and Daniel learns life in France will never be the same. The summer of '39 was not like the summer of '38, Daniel knew this and he understood the ideas of conflict to know that even if he was doing all the same things he did that year it would still not be the same. Daniel simply did not care because the smallest changes in the way the summer unfolded were not enough to distract him from what truly mattered to him. Sure, Rosalie was not lying by their feet, her red hair glowing in the sun, and she wasn't sat in the shade of the willow tree making daisy chains and wild flower crowns but this moment still remained almost perfect.

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