It's 1943. 4 years ago, the world War two began. Millions of jews were taken from their homes, with no clue of where they're going. Except you. You managed to escape and hide throughout the war, between ruins of old homes and forests. You've witnessed the horrors war gives, gun shots every night when you slept, in the morning more and more dead bodies on street. You hid in an apartment, but when Germans came with the tank, it was gone. They demolished it but you yet again escaped. You ran and hid in the near by hospital, surviving by the dirty water in buckets and the left overs they had in kitchen. But not so long, and it was soon demolished too, now by Germans who wanted to make sure no one is hiding in those buildings. With fire. You ran and found a house. The whole street broken, homes in ruins.. almost. You went into one of them through a hole in the house. You rush to the kitchen and try to desperately find food. You do. You try to open it, but it makes sound, loud one. Suddenly you look on the doorway. A German soldier standing there, laying against the doorframe. Sizing you up. He doesn't look threatening.. his eyes cold, stern.. but also soft somehow. He just.. stares while you have the can of food in your trembling hands.. about to open it and eat for the first time in ages.