‘We can run! I know it seems stupid but we’ll start a new life, somewhere where we won’t be discriminated and where we can settle down. Surely you want to leave this godforsaken place? This was a difficult topic for both of them that in the past had been avoided deliberately; however, Levi implored Friedrich to listen to him. It took time for Levi to sway his lover to deal with their terrifying current situation. They started to brainstorm ideas, mapping all of the possible outcomes and solutions. ‘We shall leave on the eleventh hour of Friday, when we meet in our special place and then leave through the hidden…’ CRASH! ‘…and talk to…’ BANG! ‘…who would give us both a...’ SHRIEK! Friedrich finally uttered with great relief. ‘I’m going to have to tend to that upheaval upstairs – remember what I said Levi.’ Levi didn’t have to say anything, all it took was a nod of acknowledgment for his dear friend. Levi had prepared himself on Friday morning, physically and mentally; he had made everything perfect for that day. Once he had eaten his uneventful delayed breakfast, which consisted of nothing but a crusty old piece of bread and a minuscule amount of off-putting saffron coloured scrambled egg, he started to trek secretly to the decrepit shelter outside of the main camp. Levi was creeping behind a dilapidated wall with multiple crooks and crannies which was risky but it had to be done – there was no other way. Two guards were patrolling meticulously, one was slightly emaciated – his eyeballs sullen, sunken back into his malicious head and the other was so intimidatingly obese that he looked like he could crush a canary with just two of his meaty fingers. Suddenly, the skinny one caught sight of Levi and bellowed. ‘Hey you, come out from where you’re hiding!’ They started to accelerate, the skinny one faster than the potbellied one. They caught up with him and pinned him down to the rough ground. ‘We’ll send you to the chambers for trying to run from us, you inferior Jew!’ THUD! n the other side of the camp, Friedrich was waiting for his companion expectantly. If Levi wasn’t here in the next ten minutes, he would have to head back to his abominable job of manning the gas chambers! Why did it have to be him murdering all these innocent people? He didn’t come. Why wasn’t he here? Friedrich was being waited on by the commander of the camp and was jeered by some other guards for being late. He started to man the gas chamber. First, he secured the gas chamber filledwith wretched people who knew that their short lives had come to an end. They were ready. He was ready. He locked the chamber. It was time. Friedrich climbed back up the ladder, enraged that he was allowing himself to commit such a wicked act. He slowly pulled down the lever and it was done. The next day, Friedrich looked for Levi in every refuge of the camp known to him. He asked the prisoners and guards if they had seen him, describing him as well-built, good-looking and having eyes as brown as the tree-trunks. Confusion rushed through his mind, he was supposed to be there, he wasn’t supposed to just disappear. Later on, Friedrich was walking past the gas chamber when he saw the piles of dead bodies, clothing and belongings of the gassed Jews from the day before. He observed the belongings section and recognised a gold-plated pocket watch, gleaming lustrously in front of the wrath of the enlarged star. It clicked. He realised. It was Levi’s. O
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