the boy in stripped pyjamas

i had attended a boy's funeral at the comfort of the red seats. it got me thinking the whole night. i just cant get the scene out of my head.

ignorance is a bliss but not to me anymore. parents are protective over their children, i wish that would never happen anymore. race identities who we are, cant we use other sources? curiosity kills the cat, i do believe in that now. living by the extreme beliefs breaks the nation, i dont want to experience that at all. one thing i am sure of is crossing the boundary can cost your dear life.

he did not understand why. to him, they were just farmers and kids whom he could make friends with. he did not comprehend his mother's objection to him going to the back garden. the love from his parents caused him to doubt his father once. people close to him were telling him they belonged to the evil forces and they were his enemies. he was confused. was his new found friend as dangerous as what the others pictured?

everything was an exploration, a game to him. he thought he was playing the same game with his friends back in town. little did he know, when the soldiers came, it was the end. where were the facilities showed in the video? we were all going to take a shower together. when the metal door was closed and the lights were off, the water for the shower came pouring in. knocking and chattering gradually died down. cries from his parents echoed through the forest. as for him, he held tightly to his friend's hand.

when the lights came back, every step that i took down the stairway weighed a ton.