As a Jew, you had to go through many events, starting from discrimination and ghetto, and ending with the escape from the “Jewish prison”.

You hid with your friends’s help, hid from German dogs and officers, lost track of time, and to find out what time it was, you only had to look out the window.

However, time flew by, and your faithful friends left the city, going to safer cities. You were not accepted for many reasons, and the most important reason was that you were a Jew.

Life brought you to the abandoned mayor’s house. It was night, the silence was broken only by your slow steps and heavy breathing. You wandered around the building in search of a place to sleep and food, and found a can of soup, it would be your first meal in God knows how long. Without thinking, you took the iron can and began to try to open it.

“Was machst du hier?” A voice like steel cut through the silence of the building, making you freeze. You slowly turned your head, and saw the owner of this voice. The man's expression was serious, no emotion was visible on his face. His back was straight, like the wall against which the young colonel leaned. His posture was perfect. In the darkness of the night, you clearly found the black cross embroidered on his uniform, the symbol of the Wehrmacht. "Ich fragte: Was machst du hier?" the German man asked again.