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Anthony Zanetti
Liesel read until the raid was over. She continued doing this until the war was over. By this time she had read each book twice. When the war was over Papa went back to being a painter, he had plenty of work in other towns that had suffered an air raid.
One day Liesel was helping her Papa carry cans of paint to his next job. She came along this time because Papa would have carried the paint all by himself and the job was two towns over. When they finally got there, Liesel felt as though her arms were going to fall off. She dropped the cans and sat on the curb breathing heavy. Papa walked up the concrete steps to the door, he knocked three times and waited. The door opened and Hans let out a loud gasp. Liesel heard her papa and as she turned around she too gasped. Standing in the doorway was Max Vandenburg.
“Hello my friends“ said Max through a smile. “I hoped you were still in business Hans“
Liesel ran over, she took the steps two at a time finally landing in the Jews' outstretched arms.
Monologue by Max Vandenburg
Oh Liesel, I'm so sorry for what I have done to your family! All the trouble your family went through, keeping me out of sight. What was the point? Now I’m cemented in this dirty, grungy confinement. All that you have done was for nought! Why oh why are we the ill chosen race that must endure such suffering. Are we not the same? Germans and Jews? We look the same, do we not? Eyes, ears, a mouth and a nose! Blood that flows, a heart that beats and a stomach THAT HUNGERS! Why must we be looked upon as pestilent filth that must be exterminated like vermin on the streets? We do no wrong. Why can't the rest of Germany have the compassion, mercy and tenderness of a eleven year old girl? One that looks not on how society has viewed you, warping your image into something ugly and horrific, but rather gathers information for herself and goes more than skin deep. Oh Liesel, you made me feel like a human again, during a time when I was not aloud to be referred to as such, how could I even began to repay you? Especially now that I am trapped in this evil god forsaken place. I fear that I will die in this awful place, filling our minds with hate while our stomachs remain empty. I wish to see you again Liesel, at least one more time before its over. But wait, I hold my sickly breath, for the Gestapo come near and I mustn’t speak anymore. My time of reflexion and pondering is over, I must now sink back into the cold dark word of a Jew in the heart of Germany.
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