Ever since that harsh winter night, the night when my brother did not wake up, was the night where I started to feel like someone or something was watching me. Even when I moved to Himmel Street, I felt like I was being watched. It was not until my last day on Himmel Street that I found out who was watching.
For the longest time, I thought it was my brother watching me. I thought it was him watching me as I stole my first book, no one saw me take that book from the icy ground, but I felt someone staring at me. I did not care who was watching, I wanted that book; I could not read it, because I did not know how. But I wanted it; it was the only thing that I could remember my brother by, and ...view middle of the document...
Thought the stories they contained were wonderful; I enjoyed stealing them for a thrill, but not only that, they became memories. A token for each event of my life, I guess the books given to me were that as well, especially the handmade ones Max gave me. They filled something that was in me.
I had no one, even though I had Rudy as a friend I was still alone. No one knew what it was like to have lost so many people, my brother, my mother, and eventually Max, I did not even know who my real father was. I knew one thing, books kept me occupied; even though I could not understand some of the words that were in them. They were nice, the covers, the letters, just the way they looked. I loved them, so I needed to figure out how to get more.
I eventually did get a way to read (when I finally learned how to), the mayors wife Frau Holtzapfel caught me stealing my second book. When she allowed me in her library, and what seemed like her haven, did I learn she loved books as well.
She let me in, she let me touch every book, allowed me to read which ever book I wanted. I trusted her, until the day she betrayed me. I hated her for firing Rosa, I gated her because I knew she and the mayor can afford a laundry service. However, as much as I hated her, she did not deserve my harsh words. But I still wanted revenge, so I stole her safety, her memories, so I stole her books.
I stole a bunch of books, and cookies from Frau Holtzapfel, she knew all along that I was stealing her books, she knew from the first time. But why did she avoid confronting me? Why just hide away in a different room? Rudy always accompanied me on my book stealing trips, he never understood why I stole books, especially from a big house, but that saukerl figured it out later. It was his anger that finally revealed his true feelings about it.
My papa was gone, so was Rudy’s they were not dead, but taken by the Nazis to do their part in the war. That was there punishment for not agreeing with the Nazis, or disobeying them. They taught us something, they taught us to fight back, in our own way. When the parade of gloom came down Himmel Street, Rudy and I dropped bread for those poor souls.
My papa came home, Rudy’s was still in the war, and he was angry. Rudy finally showed his true feelings, he exploded, and I let him, as I followed him with his toolbox of thievery, he did not use it, but he gave thee bear in his toolbox to a dying pilot… I wonder what that pilot was saying, I hope we made him a little happy.
Max finally appeared, unfortunately the Nazis caught him, he was in the line with the other Jews....