Wandering Child [Open]

[Heidi]

OOC - I know the thread that takes place before this is still in its early stages...but a lot of people were saying there wasn't a lot of life the past couple of days. So, I'm trying to GIVE life.

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Country: France - Northern France, to be exact. Allied-held territory.
Area/Setting: Vast fields, marred with tank tracks and vehicle tracks from movement from Allied and Axis forces. There are even a few craters from artillery either misfired or fired as a precaution, and a few snapped trees and run-over foliage. Simple wooden fences surround the fields, a few crushed from being run over by tanks.

Current Time: 14:50
Weather Conditions: A sunny day, with warm enough temperatures to wear a light sweatshirt, or even a sleeveless shirt, if one is bold enough.

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Ever since her little escapade into the soldier's hospital, Adelheid hadn't been allowed back onto the base, someone called a "CO" not wanting her there anymore. A lot of people had been very upset with her about disobeying them; Adelheid felt bad every time she thought about it. They had said that it wasn't safe, that Adelheid could have gotten hurt if she had gone into the wrong area. Despite her attempts to apologize, it seemed as if no one wanted to forgive her, and one of the German-speaking nurses had given Adelheid to a couple of relatives to look after.

Adelheid didn't like them very much. They were loud and bossy, and they kept scolding her, talking very sternly in a nasally-sounding language after they had finished berating her. For some reason, Adelheid kept thinking they were talking about her, and for the past few days, she had been feeling worse and worse then she already was.

It only made sense, then, that when Fräu Pierpont - the old housewife who snapped at Adelheid the most, even for the smallest of things - had gone into town for a few hours, Adelheid had snuck out. Herr Pierpont had been taking his daily nap, and was completely oblivious to the flight of his young charge. Adelheid would never have been such a bad girl back at the orphanage...but she was unhappy. She wanted Onkel Stephen to come back, with his kind words and giving nature. He had gone somewhere, however, some saying he was now in a country far across the sea, and Adelheid had not been told when he would be back.

The fields were empty now, quiet and serene, ridden with trails from the house-things that rumbled and roared like thunder. Although the house-things had been there weeks before, they were gone now. The not-Nazis had made them go away, that was what one of the nurses had said. Adelheid wished she could be back with them; they had been nice ladies, very nice indeed. This fact only added to the guilt that the young girl felt at having given them trouble.

"Möglicherweise sollte ich weg von hier gehen, Silber," said the little child to her grey horse plush. Onkel Mac had bought it for her a few days ago, when he had gone into town, just to make sure Adelheid had something to play with. "Denken du, wenn ich über das Meer ging, ich konnten Onkel Stephen finden? Ich verfehle ihn."

Despite little Adelheid's imagination giving the toy a life of its own, it only stared back at her with black beads for eyes. Adelheid stared back with black eyes of her own, but then sighed, and looked out into the half-torn fields. She suddenly thought of the Rhys man, her Vater, and how she had seen his angel when Onkel Mac had left for town. Since then, Rhys had not appeared to her...if she really had seen him.

...Vater, thought the girl, würden Sie mit mir gespielt haben?

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Translations:

Maybe I should go away from here, Silver.

Do you think if I went across the sea, I could find Uncle Stephen? I miss him.

Vater = Father

Father, would you have played with me?

[Cpl. Joe Claude]

The fields had been flattened, completely flattened by wheels of machines, tanks and other vehicles had started to advance across France and into Germany, victory and hope was in the air for the Allied, although there had been talk of the Germans on the Channel Islands, killing children had been the word around the hospital and base.

Joe had got out for a while, away from the hospital, his toes had started to heal so he was using a stick to move about, it was nice to be out in the open air for once and not feel that it held fear and death, he felt so much freer, the air held hope and a warmth that, for some reason, a very obvious reason maybe, hadn’t been there when he had been captured by the Germans, that air, those huts, everything had felt dark and cold and plain awful.
Joe had been having nightmares of those few days he had spent in Nazi controlled Europe, yes there had been the odd, kind nurse or doctor but they were only one in a million it seemed, he had been waking up in the middle of the night, screaming and disturbing the other inmates of the hospital, the nurses had taken him to a separate room where he felt even more scared because Strumfelder, the German bastard of a medic, had put him in a room on his own and tortured him there.

He was walking down the lane, the fields were either side of him, the town was a little way behind him and then sun ahead of him, and it was a brilliant sunny day, the first sunny day he had seen in weeks as a matter of fact.
The dust on the lane was getting in to Joe’s eyes as he hobbled along, the fields beside him had tire marks from tanks that had passed through only days before, at least he was safe here, deep in Allied territory where no German soldier could get at him…good.

Joe still had the note, the note that had been from Vlakte, the man had said he would visit Joe in the hospital sometime, but he hadn’t come yet, he had begged for Joe not to tell anyone of his identity and Joe wouldn’t, he wasn’t like that, the only thing that Joe didn’t get was what Vlakte had said…he did care about Joe…well, why would someone care if he had let another man torture him…Joe wasn’t at all convinced but he supposed that he would have to be sooner or later and if Vlakte did prove himself to be a worthy gentleman then Joe would start to be nice to him…maybe, only maybe….he hobbled on, in deep thought.

[Heidi]

"Mein kleines Freund Silber, denken Sie es würden sein schlecht, weg wieder zu laufen?"

The horse plush only looked back at Adelheid with beady black eyes. Adelheid frowned, her look thoughtful as she wrapped her arms around her knees, staring expectantly at the little toy in her lap. The thing were silent.

"Gut Silber? Was denken Sie? Seien Sie jetzt ich wünschen die Wahrheit ehrlich. Seien Sie, wie…wie…wie Onkel David war ehrlich!"

The little horse just kept staring, lifeless, unable to give the advice Adelheid so desperately needed. Giving a small, indignant, "Hmph," Adelheid picked the toy up, and glared up at it. Why was this so frustrating? And why was she being so bad? Fräu Pierpont wouldn't be very happy...and Onkel David wouldn't be either...and what about Onkel Mac and Onkel Stephen? They liked her! They were the ones who had bought her all these toys and pretty clothes!

With a sigh of defeat, Adelheid gently placed Silber on the ground beside her, petting him on his little squishy head before looking out into the horizon. There wasn't any good reason for her to be so bad...Sister Burr could be cranky, just like Fräu Pierpont, and Adelheid was expected to respect her. What was this feeling, this sudden...anger she felt? Why did her head feel like it wanted to explode every time she thought about Onkel Stephen and Onkel Mac?

Why?

A sudden flicker of light caught her attention, just visible in the corner of her eye. Adelheid turned her head to look, confused -

Feathery wings.

Raven hair.

Dark eyes.

And he was only standing roughly ten feet away, a sort of thoughtful look on his face. Adelheid stumbled to her feet, grabbing Silber and shoving him into the same pocket she had Rhys's photo in. By the time she looked again, however...he was gone.

"...Rhys?" the girl murmured, blinking twice and rubbing at her eyes. The flicker of light caught her attention again, and her head whipped around, just in time to catch the image of her father. He stood on the fence across the road, pointing to where she had come from, nodding softly.

Adelheid blinked again, and once more, he was gone. Acting on a sudden feeling, she ran towards the fence in front of her and swiftly clambered over it. Her feet seemed to move by themselves as she whizzed down the road, following only the seemingly-divine guidance the winged figure have given her. It couldn't have been an illusion...

What would be stranger, though, was when she got to the bend in the road. Her mouth forming a little "o" of shock, Adelheid immediately recognized the figure coming up the road. Her heart skipped a beat.

It was Herr Claude, Herr Daniel's friend from the hospital.

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Translations:

My little friend Silver, do you think it would be bad to run away again?

Well, Silver? What do you think? Be honest, now, I want the truth. Be honest, like...like...like Uncle David was!

[Cpl. Joe Claude]

Joe was deep in thought, his mind was racing with terrible thoughts and feelings, so he didn’t hear or notice the sound of feet running down the lane and a figure stopping right in front of him, he looked up and his eyes widened as he nearly jumped backwards, terrified as he didn’t realize she had sudden got there.

”Whoa.” he said, staring at her for a little while, what was this little girl doing here? He recognised her…ah yes, she was the little girl who had seen Joe and Daniel Brennan talking, the two had talked with her as well; she was German and only spoke German, nothing else it seems.

”Was Sie hier tuend sind.” he said in German to her, squinting in the light, the sun was bright, god it felt nice to speak German to someone who wouldn’t hit out at him or punish him or speak rudely to him…very nice indeed. He leant on his stick, his stomach and back were hurting him quiet badly as he stood there, watching the little girl…what was her name…it began with A….Anne….Adelhied…yes that was it, a German name, a very German name.

Translations –

What are you doing here?

[Heidi]

Adelheid nearly jumped back as well, her own eyes wide as she looked upon Herr Claude. It seemed that she had run a little too fast towards him, and had scared the poor man silly. Adelheid winced, feeling a slight sting somewhere in her chest - she hadn't meant to frighten him...

He squinted, as if not used to the sunlight. His eyes focused in on her, and he leaned heavily on his stick. "Was Sie hier tuend sind?" asked he, his voice slightly tight as he spoke. Adelheid fought back the urge to wince.

"Ich…ich war heraus für einen Weg…" the girl replied softly, shamefully clasping her hands and putting them behind her back. Her shoulders hunched as she looked up at Herr Claude, a puppy-dog pout adorning her face. Round black eyes fell to her feet, and Adelheid suddenly felt very, very small.

She had told him the truth...but she wasn't supposed to be so far out of town. Fräu Pierpont had told her to be good for Herr Pierpont, and what Adelheid done? Why, she had gone and run away. Only bad children ran away - but then again, Adelheid had run away before, from the orphanage.

"Wirklich lief ich…weg von hier."

There. She had said it.

Biting her lip, Adelheid looked back up at Herr Claude, waiting for his answer. He'd probably wouldn't be happy about her saying that...

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Translations:

I...I was out for a walk...

Actually, I was...running away from here.

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

Coincidence-- it was a funny word. Toeval in Dutch. Zusammentreffen in German. Coïncidence in French. Though they all sounded so different, they all described the same phenomenon; an event that happens purely on accident, without planning, that somehow has connection to current thought and history. For Theodorijk Wijzemens, coincidence occurred when he saw Josef Claude walking with a stick on a street on the edge of the French village. Recently, Theo bought a few suits in the French shops that were a little cheaper and less sophisticated than the one he had arrived in.

The little girl was looking up at the man with a clear face and an almost inquisitive stance. Theo smiled. he had not seen a child since he was in Munich with young Wolfrick Wolfram, the son of a previous friend, now an enemy by politics. Theo's heart was clean in that he had never killed a child while in the SS. He had never killed a Slavic child. In fact, he had never killed someone in torture, though Josef was close to it. Now hoping the man had kept the secret, he walked forward.

He strode to the two and spoke in English to the man. "Hello, Josef. How are you doing. I would have come to the hospital but I was afraid my presence may have endangered the other patients. Have you any time?" He had turned into a civilian now. He was still tying knots in the loose strings, but he felt like a civilian now. He could go about the town and speak the language and interact with other villagers. He had been given a supply of Francs from the Dutch Resistance before he left so he was able to pay rent for a room in a nice French family's home. Soon, he would set up a temporary practise.

Theo looked down to the girl and smiled again. He knelt down and spoke in French to her, thinking she was a young French girl, however wrongly. "Quel est votre enfant en bas âge nommé? Je vous ai vu au sujet du village avant que mais je ne puisse pas placer un nom à toi." The genial smile almost looked natural on him. He was feeling a freedom that he had not ever had before, something that he simply could not grasp had taken hold of him. The feeling of saying what he wanted and acting as he wished and speaking to whom he wanted was invigorating.

Translations:
"Quel est votre enfant en bas âge nommé? Je vous ai vu au sujet du village avant que mais je ne puisse pas placer un nom à toi."
~What is your name young child? I've seen you about the village before but I cannot place a name to you.

[Heidi]

OOC - This is just to reset the posting order, Kitty, and to keep things going. In order of entering the thread, it should be me, you, then Doc, if I'm not mistaken.

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Adelheid's black eyes fell upon the newcomer as soon as his footsteps registered. Her head turned as she pivoted on her heel, and she came to fully face the man as he approached. She did not know who he was, although she was pretty sure she had seen him a couple of weeks back, wandering around the French town Onkel Stephen had found her in. But his voice...was both strange and familiar. It was...almost German-sounding, but it had a few...edges to it. As he spoke, Adelheid tilted her head to the side, looking at him curiously.

The man was speaking Onkel Stephen's language now, and truth be told, it didn't seem to quite fit. If he was speaking German, then the sound would better go along with the words. Then again, Adelheid was no expert in speaking other languages, and perhaps the accent did fit. It was all very confusing, second-guessing herself like this, and it didn't help that she was still trying to figure out if she had seen her father or not.

Suddenly, the man bent down, now at eye-level with Adelheid. Her shy nature caused her to suddenly squeak, and she hopped back, moving towards Josef but mindful of his injured foot. Her hands clapsed themselves behind her back again, and she lowered her head submissively, shoulders hunched.

"Quel est votre enfant en bas âge nommé? Je vous ai vu au sujet du village avant que mais je ne puisse pas placer un nom à toi."

Adelheid stared, dumbfounded. The girl had absolutely no clue what the man had just said, and his accent as he pronounced the words...it sounded quite funny. A smile and a small laugh was bitten back, and what came out instead was a small, submissive, almost pained smirk. Hopefully, it wasn't too rude of an expression.

"Ich bin, Herr, ich spreche nur Deutsches traurig."

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Translations:

I am sorry, Mister, I only speak German.

[Cpl. Joe Claude]

Joe was about to speak some more German to the girl as she hadn’t answered his question when he heard footsteps appear behind him, he looked up and turned to see the man who he had just been thinking of…Vlakte, coincidence or what? Joe stiffened slightly as he remembered what the man had done to him, why was he here? What did he want with Joe…? His mind went back to the letter he had got from the man who was now standing in front of him.

"Hello, Josef. How are you doing. I would have come to the hospital but I was afraid my presence may have endangered the other patients. Have you any time?"

Joe stepped away from the German man a bit more, he still did not trust him, not one bit. ”I’m better than I was but not as good as I have been.” his voice was ice cold all of a sudden, his eyes boring into the German’s. So, this was the time he could ask all the questions, ”I suppose I have time, yes.” he added.
Dieedrik van de Vlakte turned to the little girl, Addie and started to speak French to her, ”She doesn’t speak…-“ he stopped short as the girl added for herself in German that she only spoke German.

Joe lent on his stick, rubbing his eyes with one of his hands, the palm brushing over the scars on his forehead and check. ”What are you doing here Dieedrik?” there, he had said the man’s first name for the first time, maybe this was a break through in him starting to like the man, ”Come to torture more people?” but that hope faded and his voice became icy once more, he felt the girl come closer to him, he must admit that Dieedrik had changed, his face had softened and his smile looked natural and genuine.

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

The girl stepped back, muttering that she spoke only German. Theo realised and immediately apologised. "Es tut mir leid. Sollte ich zunächst ersucht. Mein Name ist Theo, Theodorijk. Was ist dein Name, Kind?" He smiled again before he looked up to Joe and looked very seriously at Joe. The wind swept his hair as he looked at the man in silence. Anguish contorted his heart as he thought about speaking.

"I know..." He stopped and looked to the man. Something prevented him from giving the speech he had made for himself in utter dread of this meeting. The truth was simply the right thing that came to mind. "I know that you are angry with me, Joe. You have every right to be and I don't want it any other way. I want you to be angry with me. I'm angry with myself. However, with all that emotion, I feel indebted to you. You were the one that made me realise the evils I committed and it is sad that you are the only person I could help.

The silence was deathly before Theo made the next statement. And, my name is Theo. I would appreciate it if you did not inform the allied command of my first identity. Strumfelder is likely looking for me and having anyone aside from you knowing who I was would not only be dangerous for me but dangerous for many other people. I don't want my defection to be the cause of others' deaths. It was an unwelcome truth, but Theo had heard the stories of Erhard Strumfelder from across the border. He was on a manhunt for Dieedrik van de Vlakte, the man Theo had once been.

He would not allow Strumfelder's recklessness to be a cause for death across the line. He would not be the cause of those deaths. He also had to remember that if anyone died, he would have to follow the words of Doctor Stephen in an English series of books on honour and duty. I must always remember that when someone dies under my knife, it was the enemy that killed them, not I. Theo felt the same. If someone died, it was Strumfelder who killed them, not Theo.

Translation:
"Es tut mir leid. Sollte ich zunächst ersucht. Mein Name ist Theo, Theodorijk. Was ist dein Name, Kind?"
~I am sorry. I should have asked first. My name is Theo, Theodorijk. What is your name, child?

[Heidi]

Young Adelheid was blissfully naïve of what was truly going on. Unable to understand a word of English, she watched in silence as the newcomer - still crouched down to her level - spoke grimly to Herr Claude. Herr Claude's words themselves were bitter-sounding, as icy as a winter wind. Adelheid wrung her hands nervously, wondering why suddenly everything had turned so...negative.

Seeking comfort in the unsettling situation, Adelheid immediately pulled out her precious toy horse, hugging it to her chest. Silber made not a sound of protest - he was only an inanimate object - but to the child, he was as comforting as Onkel Stephen's words, even if Adelheid couldn't understand him. Her lower lip found itself bitten as the girl waited for her turn to speak, trying to figure out what she would say. Herr Claude was a nice person, and if he was using such a harsh tone towards the man...

The girl hunched her shoulders, looking more and more submissive as Herr Theodorijk stopped speaking. Hesitating, Adelheid thought for a moment, then decided to introduce herself, since Herr Claude was a soldier. He would never let anything happen to her; he seemed to be that kind of man.

"Mein Name ist...Adelheid, Herr Theodorijk," the girl said quietly, taking another step back, but giving Herr Claude enough room so she wouldn't step on his bad foot. She then motioned to the horse plush she held with her chin.

"Und dieses ist mein kleiner Freund, Silber."

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Translations:

My name is...Adelheid, Mr. Theodorijk.

And this is my little friend, Silver.

[Cpl. Joe Claude]

Oh how it would gladden Joe’s heart if he could just shoot Dieedrick there and then but he knew that he would have to come to a comprise with the former German man, he smiled over at Adelheid, hoping she wasn’t too scared by the icy meeting between the two men.
Joe listened but did not say a word, the only noise came from the birds, and you could even hear a pin drop. ”You know, it’s taking all my will power not to hit out at you.” Joe spat, gritting his teeth, ”This is the time I can ask questions? Like, why you did the things you did when you knew I had no information of importance and let that…bastard of a German medic…almost kill me by tying me up to the ceiling and beating me?!” he shouted the last few words and suddenly heard a small little voice at his side introduce herself and her little toy horse to the doctor.

”Yes Theo…look at the lovely toy horse.” Joe said now, looking at Theo with a half smile, ”Bet you’ve seen many children die at the hands of the Nazis.” he added, sneering, the scars on his face stretching slightly, making them look more sore and horrible.

OOC – Sorry its short

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

Theo could not help by smile warmly to the young girl with her innocence and... and her bliss. He spoke to her in smooth, though forced, German. "Und ein gutes Freund Silber muß sein. Da ich sicher bin, bist du. Es gibt keine Notwendigkeit, mich zu fürchten, ich sind ein guter Freund außerdem. Josef und ich haben gerade ein Problem in unserer Vergangenheit, die wir hinter uns erhalten müssen."

He looked to Joe and let the smile slip as the man accused him of standing idly by while children died. He had never watched the Nazis kill children and he would have no stomach for it. He did know, however, that the Slavs would kill a child. That what through him into the darkness of Nazism. No, he would not stand to be called a baby-killer. He spoke quietly again. If he raised his voice, the entire meeting would be gone; he would be in danger.

"I want you to understand the state-of-mind I was in. You left Germany because of the Nazis, I joined the SS because they needed a doctor and I was obligated to help. I saw the Slavs kill a young German child who had committed no crime against them and I was thrown into the darkness." He stopped and took a breath. "And, I did not know you had little information when I let Strumfelder go for you. Or maybe I did and I was going mad, absolutely mad. I don't know. I can't comprehend it. All I know is that you made me stop and think."

He stopped and though of his own words as he uttered the last sentence and looked back at the man. A single tear went down his face as he looked him over. His voice went to a whisper, "I never saw any children die. I would have put my own body in front of the bullets before I let myself watch that." He stopped again and breathed. He was not an evil man and he did not want to be called one. "I want you to understand that when I did this, I felt an overwhelming sense of pride for my work and none for my nation."

The second tear trickled down. He was not faking it. He had never had that ability and he had not cried for years since he had been to a funeral. Now, he was mourning the death of humanity and the hurt felt deeper. The hurt felt so deep, no number of tears could shed that pain--the dagger that stuck in the heart and would not be dislodged. He hated Strumfelder now--for being stupid, for being evil and not accepting reason or sense. He hated himself for the same crimes.

He would never ever commit them again and he knew that the rest of his life would be devoted to healing those wounds, also knowing that he would never be able to heal them--the worst torture a doctor could ever be put through.

Translations:
"Und ein gutes Freund Silber muß sein. Da ich sicher bin, bist du. Es gibt keine Notwendigkeit, mich zu fürchten, ich sind ein guter Freund außerdem. Josef und ich haben gerade ein Problem in unserer Vergangenheit, die wir hinter uns erhalten müssen."
~And a good friend Silver must be. As I'm sure you are. There is no need to fear me, I am a good friend as well. Josef and I just have a problem in our past that we need to get past us.

[Heidi]

The child had blushed slightly when Herr Theodorijk had said she was a good friend, but could not understand what he meant by "problem". Did...did something happen between him and Herr Claude? Were the scars on Herr Claude's face...maybe Herr Theodorijk had something to do with it? Or was Adelheid just being too para...parryni...paranio...someone who was too scared all the time?

"Um…danken Ihnen, Herrn Theodorijk. Das ist sehr nett von Ihnen zu sagen," said Adelheid shyly, smiling a little herself. She was about to say more, however, when Herr Claude suddenly spoke harshly, as if he hated Herr Theodorijk. Adelheid was suddenly scared, looking at the pair with slight fear as she clutched her toy horse harder to her chest.

"Herr Claude…" the girl whimpered, "Herr Claude…was falsch ist?"

Herr Theodorijk spoke again, his voice dangerously quiet. His words were filled with pain, and tears were rolling down his cheeks. Why was he crying all of a sudden? Had Herr Claude said something...something to upset him? Or did Adelheid say something mean, and Herr Claude was saying it in that other language he and a lot of soldiers poke, and that had hurt Herr Theodorijk's feelings?

Confused, Adelheid looked at Herr Claude, then at Herr Theodorijk, then back to Herr Claude, and finally brought her eyes to rest upon Herr Theodorijk. Swallowing hard, she slowly moved forward, her face worthy of an unhappy puppy's.

"Bitte schreien Sie nicht," said Adelheid quietly, her black eyes gazing straight into Herr Theodorijk's blue own. She then looked up at Herr Claude. "Und bitte seien Sie nicht, Herr Claude wütend. Ich bin traurig, wenn ich sagte falsches etwas…"

The young girl then looked at her feet, her puppy-dog pout growing more ashamed. She wanted to be a good girl...she didn't want to do anything bad...

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OOC - Can you resist the puppy-dog eyes?

Translations:

Um...thank you, Mister Theodorijk. That's very nice of you to say.

Mr. Claude...Mr. Claude, what's wrong?

Please don't cry. And please don't be mad, Mister Claude. I'm sorry if I said something wrong...

[Cpl. Joe Claude]

Joe now stood, lopsided and waited for Theo to speak, and when Theo did speak, his voice was quiet, he obviously didn’t want to get angry, Joe understood that as if it was him, he wouldn’t like to be accused of being a child-killer or murderer, which in a way was what every soldier was…a murderer not a child-killer…but Theo wasn’t a soldier. He was a doctor…

Joe listened and was about to butt in and say something when he stopped, shut his mouth and stared at the German who now seemed to be crying, a tear rolled down his face. And then after the doctor’s second speech or rather sentences full of meaning, a second tear fell down, Joe watched, completely still and in slight shock…he then heard a voice at his hip and looked down, Addie had started to speak, she looked scared like she had been in the hospital. ”Nichts ist falsch,” he muttered at the girl, smiling slightly, at watching Theo who had gone into silent thinking.

The girl piped up again and Joe turned to her, kneeling down as best he could to watch her, smiling and holding out his hand, ”Sie haben nichts falsch gesagt, ist dieses gerade eine Angelegenheit zwischen mir und Herr Theodorijk.” he stroked the girl’s hair, she was lucky to not realize what a war was or who was bad and who was good, poor thing…

He straightened up and turned face on to Theo, ”Strumfelder said something about Germans hating us Jews, he said that the Germans kill them…” he trailed off, ”I heard from other prisoners say that you round them up…you as in Germans, round them up and take them to camps…something because Hitler doesn’t like us…” he trailed off and ran a hand through his hair, ”My family moved from Germany because of the Nazis hating Jews…even back then…” he trailed off and bit his lip, silence erupted between the three…”Do you know anything about this? What is happening with the Jews in Germany?”

”Oh, and just to warn you, Strumfelder tried to blow up a hospital with me in it a couple of days ago, I guessed it was him because a man came in and left a suitcase in the ward in which I was in, luckily a nurse came and removed it…but it exploded anyway…” he trailed off and stared at the ground.

Translations:

Nichts ist falsch – Nothing is wrong
Sie haben nichts falsch gesagt, ist dieses gerade eine Andelegenheit zwishcen mir und Herr Theodorijk – You have not said anything wrong, this is just a matter between me and Mister Theodorijk

[Daniel Brennan]

Mod-Post

CP:
Addie: 9CP

Joe: 7CP

Doc: 5CP


~Dan