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Madison
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The Boy in the Striped Pajamas
I just finished watching the most tragic film I have ever seen. I know it sounds cliche, but I was in tears by the end. The irony of the plot was so unbearably simnple, but overly complex.
The Boy in the Striped Pajamas takes place during WWII in Germany. An eight-year-old named Bruno whose father is a head officer for the Nazis wanders behind his family's new house and finds a POW camp. You could hardly call the people there prisoners of war though. Their only crime was their religion.
Bruno, being only a child, thinks its a farm where people where pajamas. He meets a another boy his age sitting inside the camp just out of the view of the soldiers. The boy's name is Shmawl (I apologize if I've spelled that wrong, I've never heard the name before).
Over the next few weeks, Bruno and Shmawl become friends, and Bruno brings Shmawl food. Eventually, Shmawl is sent to work in Bruno'
s house. "They wanted some one with small fingers," he said. While speaking with Shmawl, Bruno offers him a cake. Being starved half to death, Shmawl eats it and is caught by Bruno's father's assistant. He tells the assistant that Bruno gave it to him, but Bruno (scared to death) denies knowing his friend.
When Bruno next visits the camp, Shmawl has a swollen cut on his forehead. Not only that, but his father is missing.
As I watched the film, and listened to the boys talk, I knew the horrible things that were happening in the camp. The things that they didn't know were happening.
If you want to watch he movie, the rest is a spoiler.
Bruno is moving away at his mother's request, so he decides to help Shmawl find his father. Bruno wanted to show how sorry he really was for betrying Shmawl. The boys hatch a plan to get Bruno inside the camp. Shmawl steels an extra pair of "pajamas" and Bruno brings a shovel and digs under the electric fence.
Ever since seeing a video on the camps, Bruno beleives that they are nice places to be. His father had the video made to impress officials higher in power than himself. Brunbo is confused when they are inside "the huts" (as Shmawl calls them) and sees hundreds of malnourished, bruised, sick people. The soldiers soon find the hole under the fence and an alarm goes off. Everyone is rushed outside, across the camp, and into a huge room. The soldiers take their clothes. Shmawl tells Bruno "Don't worry, its just a shower."
Meanwhile, Bruno's mother has realized her son is missing and is searching frantically. She finds her husband, and he enrolls his soldiers to search, knowing the possibilities. Eventually, after dashing through a dense forst in the pouring rain, Bruno's mother comes across the clothes he left behind as he entered the camp.
Bruno's father runs to the front gate and send more soldiers to search the now empty hut. As they search, someone pours poison into the room where Bruno and Shmawl stand side by side with so many other innocent people.
The last scene in the movie shows the sealed door to the room, then smoke pouring from a chimey into the sky, and Bruno's mother weeping while clutching her son's clothes.
This film is so real, I can't even explain. It shows you the pain real people suffered. Even if we didn't know them, even if they've been gone a long time, they were real people, just like us. Let's not forget them.
Its LATE . . . or is it early?
2:33 am.
On TheO.
Doing absolutlt nothing.
Maybe Ill rant . . . no.
My hands are cold. Everyone is asleep. I'm bored. What happens now?
Hmm. I have a song stuck in my head. It's called Apparitions and Its from Matt Good's solo ablum, Feel the Glow of Commerce.
Very mellow. like it. Wouls you like to hear it? Okay.
Say hello, remain close to me.
No goodbye, suicide mystery.
The rat in your brain turns a wheel
Connected to your gut and all your faults are in me
All your faults are in me.
What would you say, if we lived on TV?
Besides all the things they told you to.
All the things they told you to.
We're stuck inside our oun machines.
Apparitions, aparitions, apparitions.
Would you say these things in another way?
Any other way?
In another way, anyother way . . .
Yeah, thats basically it. There's probably more. You should Youtube it.
I'm sorry if I'm boring you. I'm trying to bore myself. Maybe then I'll fall asleep. Hmm.
Have you ever typed an internet adresss wrong and got a different site? Sometimes I write theotkau.com and get a dating site. Bleh. Not interested, thanks.
Or facebok.com. Thats a dating site too. Wow, lots of dating sites . . . Lots of lonely people.
I'm lonely. I dont need a dating site though. I need to go to bed. Thats why I'm lonly. Everyon else is asleep. Except my buddy Lucas. He's awake. I'm talking to him online. Another site though. He says he was working out. He should be asleep.
I'm going to brush my teeth and go to bed.
Good night.
*falls asleep*
Again? , , , Jeez
Again with the freakin cigarettes . . . Today, on the bus, my frined Jesse had a cigarette behind his ear. He got it from this girl in grade eleven, but some kid took it from him. He took the cigarette away and said "Don't smoke this shit with the brown filter, it'll fuck you up."I was secretly really grateful, and I dont even know the guy. I spent alot of the bus ride wondering what was going to happen to my friends. They are the people I love most in the world and I don't want anything to happen to them, whether they bring it upon themselves or not. Aara and Jesse made a bet that Aara would be a smoker by the end of high school. It really hurt to hear that because Aara had promised me he wouldn't smoke ever again. I knew he couldn't keep his promise, but I had some kind of hope for him. . . I'm still worried about Aara because his girlfriend is . . . rebellious? Well, shes something like that. I know she hangs with some rough people and thats she's gotten into things that she sgouldn't have. Overall, she's a really good person, just a little confused I guess.Jesse lives with his grandparents due to some complications, and they smoke so much you'd think the house was on fire. Kid doesn't even need cigarettes . . . Anyway, thats the total of the latest . . . happy, happy, joy, joy. (<not really joyous)
Sorry for being so depressing -.-
*Sigh*
I don't know what it is, but I find that alot of people I know are getting into smoking. Today my friend and I were people watching, its basically sitting and observing the people who pass us by. We saw this one kid who was in my shop class last semester. He seemed okay when I met him, but I never really got to know him. Anyway, we were sitting and he walked by us,, and this other kid grabs his shoulder and says, "Hey man, can you hook me up?"The kid pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, and gives it to the other guy. "Hey, thanks, man."The guy sounded stoned, like PERMAFRIED. No joke. Then he turns around and sees my friend and I and says "Hey ladies, you ever need something, I can get it for you. I don't think we've met. Let me introduce myself."I was slightly shocked that a stoner kid was talking to me (I've met a few, but I try not to interact). He held out his hand like he wanted us to shake it. My friend told him to go away and he says "Come on, I'm just trying to spread the love!"Again, no jokes. He actually said that.I stood up as my friend told him to get lost. He told her to get lost and she said "I'm already lost." I'm sure that confused him.Standing, I was actually and inch or two taller than him. He holds out his hand and says "See? She's got the love!"I said "No. Leave."So he looked at me and said "Fine," and stumbled on his way.My friend and were both . . . startled by the encounter, and the girl whose locker is next to my friends' asked us if we knew who he was. Like hell we did. I don't associate with people who make bad decisions like that.What worries me most is; what should we do? There was a camera right there. I'm not sure if we should tell someone, and if we should, who do we tell?
Reunited
At 10:55 pm, Arisa Uotani was preparing to close the restaurant where she worked. It had been a long, busy day and she was beyond ready to go to bed, even if it meant going home. Hanging up her apron it's the hook in the kitchen, Arisa heard the bell over the front door ring. Annoyed, she called "Sorry! We're closed!"
"Arisa?"
She froze. That voice, she knew that voice . . . "Kureno-san?"
He stepped around the corner into the kitchen. "Arisa . . . "
She could barely contain herself. "You . . . you bastard!"
Kureno stopped and just stood there looking at her, wondering why, after all he had gone through to find her, she'd be angry. The questions, the bribes, driving back and forth, all to find her, and she was angry?
"I waited for you!" she shrieked. "I waited at that goddamn store for weeks! I had to quit, it was so . . . so disappointing! Every time the door opened, I thought it was you!And now I'm pissed!" She slammed her hand against the wall.
"Arisa," said Kureno, "I need to explain, please, let me - "
"No!" She practically screamed it. "No! I don't care! I really don't care anymore!"
She turned and headed for the back door.
"You do care," he called, stopping her in her tracks. "You cared enough to hope, enough to be disappointed. I know you did."
Uo stood still, at a loss for words. He was right, after all. She did care.
"And I cared to," continued Kureno. "I wanted to come find you. I wanted to talk to you again. I wanted to . . . but I couldn't. It was out of my control."
Uo turned to face him, tears now rolling down her cheeks. "Don't you think I wanted to see you too? Don't you think I . . . I . . . " she turned away again. Head in her hands, she tried to stop the tears.
"Arisa . . ." he came toward, only to have her turn her back on him.
Kureno sighed. After all that effort, he was not going to give up that easily. Stepping slowing toward her, Kureno put his hands on Arisa'a shoulder. Before she knew, he was behind her and gently turning her to face him.
She looked up at him. He seemed so sad. It made her heart hurt despite the anger.
"Arisa," he said softly. "I love you."
Then he leaned down and kissed her.
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Again, I say "To be continued . . . ?"
