We Are Wolves chapter sampler

I wish there was something I could do. Something to cheer them up. Something to remind them that the war is almost over and soon there will be nothing but happiness and roast goose and fancy parades. Then, suddenly, I know what I can do. I pass the goose to Mama, run after the soldiers, thrust my hand in the air and shout, ‘Heil Hitler!’ But nobody lifts a hand. Nobody says a word.

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