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Ngoje, Crystal Global Dynamics 3 Mrs. Blair 9/25/11 Mama was scolding me for getting caught on film. I had my back turned at a store but I turned around too quickly. The camera guy yelled something at me, but I couldn’t understand what he said. I was lucky that he didn’t see the pouch of beans I had in my jacket. The German Nazis have been here for a couple of days. Filming a movie about us, or something they call it a //dokumentarfilm//. It suppose to be about our life here in Warsaw, at least that’s what Miron and Piotr told us. Its all fake though, they keep shouting when a scene doesn’t come out right. Uncle Oskar was shouting how this is just to show the Britians and Americans how happy we are in this so called paradise //.// Well of course it is just for them to make fun of us, mama says. They want to make their people to feel how fortunate it is not to be us. To have this place as our home. This garbage dump, where we walk outside and breathe in disease. Where rats skewer on our dinner fighting against us for food to eat. This is a //miasta szczura// (rat city), and we are the rats that are being held in this dirty cage. Papa tells us this is not our home, our home is in Warlow. Exactly the way we left it, at least that is what we all want to believe. Five bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a yard bigger than the apartment we live in now. Piotr was angry at me for being caught on film. Since I’m helping with the resisstance he says I can’t get caught or they’ll shoot me. I have been running through the tunnels along with a few other kids to get out of Warsaw to bring food and supplies back to everyone. The tunnels remind me of the small closets at home where we would play hide and seek when I was small. I feel like I’m still playing hide and seek, and that I’ll win as long as I’m never found. I heard Miron’s father was taken by the Nazis, his mother has been crying nonstop afraid that every gunshot is a Nazi drilling bullets into her husband. Him and his family have been staying with us since then. Mama has been comforting her, singing to her as if she was a baby afraid of the dark. At night, I can hear her weeping in her sleep and I feel like weeping too. Are we all going to die here? Like this? Every time I start to think of what might happen I start shaking under my blanket, but Piotr takes my hand and squeezes it until it goes numb. I don’t know if he does it for my sake or his own, but it doesn’t matter either way. I’m just happy that we’re still all together, and maybe when the time is right we can all escape together and escape this cage they’re trying to keep us in. include component="comments" page="home" limit="10"