Hey! Sorry I took so long to post this, but i've been busy with school and other fanfictions i've been writing.
As you can see, I've changed the title to fit the story a little better. WWII and the Holocaust are two very different things.
So...yeah. Here it is. Enjoy!
I did come back even with the fact that Toris was a Jew. For 5 months, I visited as often as I could to talk to him. I started calling him Liet, a shorter version of Lietuva, the Lithuanian word for Lithuania, where Toris was originally from. Sometimes we'd play checkers (me moving, like, all the pieces of course), sometimes we would just talk. Sometimes I'd bring food and he'd devour it up as if he hadn't eaten in days.
One day we were playing checkers and talking.
"Move that piece over there," Toris said.
"This one?" I put my hand over a piece.
"No, the other one,"
I put my hand over another one. "This one?"
"Yes," Toris smiled.
"Hey, Liet," I said. "Tell me about them,"
"About what?" Toris asked.
"The concentration camps. What are they like?"
"Why?"
My father had recently had a meeting with other soldiers where they watched this film about the concentration camps. They had sounded nice, Jews having parks, swimming pools, sporting activities, schools, concerts, feasts, and happy faces everywhere. Toris didn't look at all like he experienced that on a daily basis, so I asked him what it was really like.
Toris sighed. "Horrible," He said. "We are beaten and starved and the food we do get is moldy and soggy. We're being cramped and tortured and forced to do physical labor like slaves."
I was for once completely speechless. "But..But Why! Why do they hate you so much?"
"Well, my dad said Hitler blames the Jews for making Germany lose WWI and getting Germany into a depression, just because we managed our money better."
I was stunned. I didn't know someone would hate someone because they were prospering. "Hitler's a jerk,"
"T-tell h-him t-that," Toris was shivering, and I felt sorry for him. All he had were gray potato sacks worn thin to shield him from the cold, plus that horrible place to live in. I wished I could do something.
I got an idea. "What if you were to escape?" I said.
"Escape?"
"Yeah, I could bring a shovel and dig under the wire and you could crawl under it and be free!"
"Where would I go?"
"To my house! I could hide you there!"
"What about your dad? And the Nazis?"
"How are they gonna know?"
"Look at me."
I hadn't thought of that. Luckily I was quick on my feet, as the saying goes. "I'll bring clothes you can change into! We look about the same size anyway. Are you up to it?"
There was silence for a while, and then Toris replied. "Okay."
I know, kind of short, but you know. The next chapter will be longer. And posted faster.
No translations, so, time to review! Reviews help me make my story more historically accurate! And they tell me if you people like my story or not, so Review! 'Til next time!