Post by olivervontrapp on May 31, 2009 18:07:01 GMT
Area; Berlin, Germany
Time: 17:23
Weather: Wet and rainy.
Raindrops fell to the ground as Oliver Jack Von Trapp sat on the stairs leading up to a garden full of roses and flowers. He loved rainy evenings. He could play in the rain and nobody could tell him off now that his parents were in the jail houses. Although, he simply chose not to that evening. He just sat on the stairs and watched the rain pound itself on the ground. It was basically a storm. He wasn't scared of lightning and thunder, no, he was a strong hero and he would remain that way forever.
People holding knitted umbrellas would often pass by him and give him evil eyes and very odd looks, and yet some would just walk past and ignore him. Or sometimes, some would just pass him and give him a nice, warm-hearted smile for being a good little Aryan Nazi, evil-minded boy. He liked that. He didn't say he didn't like it, although, he knew it was wrong. Being a Hitler Jugend did not change his world, although, it just kept it constant and evil.
He had met many people along his journey of life. Many of them interesting, many of them fun, many of them cold and cruel and many of them just boring. Although most were cold and cruel. That was basically Berlin for you nowadays. Many did not care to even take a short glance at you, they just walked. They thought of themselves as superiors, but really, in Oliver's opinion, they were scums. Dirty old scums who had no lives but to criticise other people for what they looked like, how they spoke, how they dressed and what their manners were like. It was fairly pathetic to look or even dream of.
Boom! Came the air raids. It was every day Berlin. It never stopped. Bang! Another person shot a Jew. It was utterly disgusting and disgraceful to look at. He pushed himself off the stairs and made his way over to a newspaper stand. He placed a few Euros into the mans hands and the man gave him what he had desired for. News. News about Germany, news about everywhere, he wanted to know everything.
He simply sat himself down on a bench and began reading. He could read and write just like any other citizen. Some couldn't, nobody could blame them for not having a good education. As for Oliver, he had a great education. He was an Aryan. Air Raids in France - Attacked by Germany. It wasn't surprising. A lot of things happened and they just kept on becoming more interesting and interesting by the minute. He glanced up, watching the people walk past him, not bothering to look at him. But all of a sudden, the streets were empty. Not a person in sight. It was quite creepy. He just sat there, with a blank expression on his pale coloured face.