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My name is Kyle Broflovski, i'm 12 years old, and live in Berlin. Its been 6 years since Adolf Hitler came to power as leader of the Nazi party I have a stunning girlfriend, Bebe Stevens and the best friend i could have, Stan Marsh. My father is...dead, killed by the Gestapo in 1937. We were told he attacked a Gestapo Officer and tried to escape, the guards shot him as an act of 'Self-Defence.' I know better, its because he was a Jew. My mother was christened as a Roman Catholic and thats why we are allowed to live our lives. I'm sure she is Jewish at heart and i know i'm Jewish. I keep a copy of the Tanakh in my pocket at all times to show my beliefs not be crushed. My girfriend, Bebe, is also Jewish. Her family has pretended to be Christian so none of them are in any danger - i hope. I'm pretty sure she's been beaten up at least once because of her religion but whenever i ask she just walks away. Stan isn't a Jew, nor a Catholic, nor a Christian. He has no idea what religon his family is to be honest. He disagrees with the main principles of the new regime but he does believe we should attack France and exact our revenge. A natural soldier. he already knows how to handle a Mauser rifle and his uncle, who is in the Tank Corps, let Stan fire an MG34 machine gun. Stan's father is a supporter of the Third Reich and believes that Jews are to blame for Germany's decline, thank christ he's joining the Heer soon. Kenny McKormick's family moved to Hamburg after a close friend died and left them their house, he came to Germany from Scotland in 1930 and i'll miss him. Eric Cartman, who's more of an acquaintance then a friend or a school mate, he doesn't go to our school and is Bebe's distant cousin who lives all the way across town. I haven't seen him that much and from what Bebe tells me he's the second Hitler, i thought i'd mention him as he's responsible for all the anti-Jew posters going up around our school.
I walk down the narrow alley that leads to our school, i hear the sound of children playing long before i see them. I turn the corner and i see the wooden gate of the school. I duck under a line of washing before crossing the road and stroll into the square of concrete that is supposed to be our playground. Instantly Bebe comes up to me and grabs hold of my hand.
'How are you doing Kyle, did you have a nice weekend?' she asks sweetly
'Fine thanks,' i reply, 'How are you?'
'Oh you know, so-so'
Bebe sounds less then happy...
'Are you sure?' i ask in a patronising tone.
'Well...,' she bit her lip.
I learn forward, concerned.
'Yes i'm perfectly fine,' she says suddenly and began to walk off towards the school building.
'But Be-' i start, as i chase after her.
'Herr. Broflovski, do you want to stay after school again?' shouted a voice. I jumped and turned around. Oh shit it's Frau. Victoria, our headmistress. She frowned at me. 'Do i have to remind you, the bell went 2 minutes ago and before i forget, i expect to see both of you in my office after to school. Do i make myself clear? 'Yes Frau. Victoria' we chant in unison. She glared at us and we scuttled towards our classroom. Bebe ignored me all throughout the day and when the final bell went she left the classroom without a glance in my direction. Stan put a hand on my shoulder, 'She's fine dude, she's probably just...err...sleepy. Just forget about it.' he said.
'Cheers Stan.' I half-heartedly grinned at him and went to the headmistresses office.
I knocked and entered her office. It certainly was grand compared to the other rooms of the school, 2 book-cases packed full of books to one side of the room, a cupboard with a safe on top of it and her huge oak desk with a typewriter and several sheets of paper spread out on it. Bebe was sitting in one of the armchairs in front of the desk, her head in her arms, quietly sobbing. The headmistress looked gravely at me from her position behind her desk. The most noticeable thing i've left for last is the 2 men in uniform standing either side of her, their black uniforms all crisp and pressed, wearing the red armband with the well-known swastika on and what made me sick to the stomach, the machine-pistols in their hands, slings around them. The one on the left looked about in his forties, he had black hair and and wore glasses. His eyes were a piercing baby-blue and there was a scar on his left cheek. The one on the right appeared to be quite young and had a blonde moustache, he had greenish brown eyes. The older one looked at me, he cleared his throat and began to talk.
'Bebe Stevens and Kyle Broflovski, you will both come down to the police station with us and answer a few questions. We have reason to believe your families have been members of an illegal organisation.' he said in a rough voice. 'It would be best to co-operate,' he added, fingering the trigger of the machine-pistol. 'No!' i yell, 'I'm not coming with you bastards. You killed my Dad!' I back away to the door, the younger officer raised his gun and aimed at me while the older one just watched, seemingly amused. 'You will not co-operate with us Broflovski?' asked the older officer. 'No,' i reply in a hoarse whisper. The officer chuckled. 'Perhaps this will change your mind.' He let go of the weapon and went forward to Bebe, he began to roll up her sleeves. She lifted her head and he aimed the weapon at Bebe. I watched transfixed as he placed the barrel of his weapon close to her skin. Bebe whimpered. 'No.' i whisper, 'I will never work with you.' He sighed. 'I knew this wasn't going to be easy,' he murmured. The officer aimed the weapon at her bare skin and fired off a single shot. For a split second there was silence in the room and Bebe started to scream and writh with pain as blood poured out of the wound, the Gestapo officer stuck the barrel deep inside. 'Co-operate now or i shoot again. And your girlfriend here won't have an arm left' he snarled. 'Yes.' i said, 'Yes i will co-operate.' The older officer took the gun from Bebe's arm. Bebe grabbed her arm and began to shake.
'Lets go then.' he growled as he frogmarched us to the waiting vehicles outside. We got in at gunpoint and sat next to each other. I could see the 2 Gestapo Officers getting into a car parked next to the halftrack. Bebe turned to me, tears glistening on her face like dew on a blade of grass. Her cheeks were scratched and swollen. 'I hate you' she whispered angrily, 'I really do.' I closed my eyes, it was then i lost all emotion and if on cue, it began to rain.
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