What would you do if you were me? Tell me. Please tell me! But you're far from this. Your fingers turn the strangeness of these pages that somehow connect my life to yours. Your eyes are safe. The story is just another few hundred pages of your mind. For me, it's here. It's now. I have to go through with this, considering the cost at every turn. Nothing will be the same.

The silence was always the greates temptation.

The conversation of bullets.

That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining most of the time. And the better things are going, the more they complain.

So many humans. So many colors.

You don't always get what you wish for. Especially in Nazi Germany

A small fact: You are going to die....does this worry you?