The Book Thief - Markus Zusak

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Unformatted text preview: tzapfel was proud and afraid. Two sons in Russia. “Heil Hitler.” She put her water down to boil and even found the manners to walk the few steps with Liesel to the front door. “Bis morgen?” The next day was Friday. “Yes, Frau Holtzapfel. Until tomorrow.” Liesel calculated that there were four more reading sessions like that with Frau Holtzapfel before the Jews were marched through Molching. They were going to Dachau, to concentrate. That makes two weeks, she would later write in the basement. Two weeks to change the world, and fourteen days to ruin it. THE LONG WALK TO DACHAU Some people said that the truck had broken down, but I can personally testify that this was not the case. I was there. What had happened was an ocean sky, with whitecap clouds. Also, there was more than just the one vehicle. Three trucks don’t all break down at once. When the soldiers pulled over to share some food and cigarettes and to poke at the package of Jews, one of the prisoners collapsed from starvation and sickness. I have no idea where the convoy had traveled from, but it was perhaps four miles from Molching, and many steps more to the concentration camp at Dachau. I climbed through the windshield of the truck, found the diseased man, and jumped out the back. His soul was skinny. His beard was a ball and chain. My feet landed loudly in the gravel, though not a sound was heard by a soldier or prisoner. But they could all smell me. Recollection tells me that there were many wishes in the back of that truck. Inner voices called out to me. Why him and not me? Thank God it isn’t me. The soldiers, on the other hand, were occupied with a different discussion. The leader squashed his cigarette and asked the others a smoggy question. “When was the last time we took these rats for some fresh air?” His first lieutenant choked back a cough. “They could sure use it, couldn’t they?” “Well, how about it, then? We’ve got time, don’t we?” “We’ve always got time, sir.” “And it’s perfect weather for a parade, don’t you think?...
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