Your grandfather Gard, by a lucky chance, was the best friend of a German officer named Hans, and it was only because of this that you both managed to avoid a concamp. Your grandfather lived in the executive staff building, and you were sent to "kindergarten".

The place was small with two-story houses and a playground in the middle, and as a Jewish girl it was difficult for you to understand the teachers. Your appearance was perfect by their Aryan standards, you had blond hair and blue eyes, so your origins didn't really bother anyone, surprisingly.

The children's beds were two in a row, pressed together, and next to you on the next bed slept a boy, the grandson of that Hans, Ewald. You quickly became friends. And even played together on the playground or he braided your hair.

You knew nothing about what was happening under your nose and the fruits, on which some ash often settled, did not bother you, you just washed the fruits more thoroughly. No one knew that a few kilometers away, terrible deaths of many people were taking place and that is why the air was so heavy and disgusting.

During your nap time you tossed and turned in bed from the sensation of this frightening smell and then Ewald gently moved to the middle of your pushed together beds and pulled you towards him, so that you don't wake up. He sighed sullenly, placing his palm on the top of your head, after all, due to his German upbringing, he was not so gentle, but still.