The Boy in the Striped Pajamas is a novel by John Boyne that tells the story of Bruno, a young German boy whose father is a high-ranking officer in the Nazi Party. Bruno is a curious and adventurous child, and he becomes increasingly concerned about the people he sees outside the fence of his family's home. These people, who wear striped pajamas, are Jewish prisoners in a concentration camp.
As Bruno begins to explore the area beyond the fence, he meets a boy named Shmuel, who is a prisoner at the camp. Shmuel and Bruno become fast friends, and Bruno begins to learn about the horrors of the Holocaust and the atrocities being committed at the camp. Despite the danger, Bruno continues to visit Shmuel and bring him food and other supplies, hoping to help him survive.
As Bruno learns more about the horrors of the concentration camp, he becomes increasingly disturbed by what he sees. He begins to question the beliefs and actions of his father and the Nazi Party, and he starts to see the world in a different way. He realizes that the people in the striped pajamas are not so different from him, and he begins to feel a sense of guilt and responsibility for what is happening to them.
Despite his efforts to help Shmuel and the other prisoners, Bruno is ultimately unable to change the course of history. The novel ends tragically, with Bruno and Shmuel dying together in the gas chamber. However, Bruno's story serves as a powerful reminder of the dangers of intolerance and hatred, and the importance of standing up for what is right, even in the face of overwhelming odds.
Overall, The Boy in the Striped Pajamas is a poignant and moving tale that teaches important lessons about the dangers of prejudice and the power of friendship. It is a must-read for anyone who wants to learn more about the Holocaust and the role that ordinary people played in shaping history.
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Accept the situation in which you find yourself and everything will be so much easier. However, with each day that passed he began to get used to being at Out-with and stopped feeling quite so unhappy about his new life. He looked the boy up and down as if he had never seen a child before and wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to do with one: eat it, ignore it or kick it down the stairs. Every time the tyre swung backwards it rose in the air and narrowly avoided hitting page 78 the trunk of the tree itself, but it still came close enough for Bruno to use his feet to kick himself even faster and higher on the next swing. Bruno and Gretel could see hundreds of people, but there were so many huts before them, and the camp spread out so much further than they could possibly see, that it looked as though there must be thousands out there.
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And Martin had said that his father was a chef, which Bruno knew to be true because he sometimes collected Martin from school and when he did he always wore a white smock and a tartan apron, as if he'd just stepped out of his kitchen. He thought of the time he had put his hand up in class and called the teacher 'Mother' and everyone had laughed at him. There were a lot more reasons why Bruno didn't like Lieutenant Kotler, but these were the first things that came into his mind. There really was no other way to dress it up: he was just plain nasty. Every time she sat down to make more plans for the party, Lieutenant Kotler was there beside her to help, and between them they seemed to make more lists than could ever possibly be needed. A picture came into his head of Karl and Daniel and Martin, his three best friends for life, and he remembered how much fun they used to have together back in Berlin and he realized how lonely he had been at Out-With. Although when he caught her eye again he thought that perhaps there must be something strange in the air that day because her eyes page 66 looked as if they were filling with tears too.
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Hollywood and the Holocaust. There was one part of him that remembered that he had loved his own life back there, but so many things would have changed by now. Maria's eyes opened wide and she took a step towards him, her hands covering her mouth for a moment in horror. Maria still spent most of her time tidying things away and making sure that any item of clothing not currently being worn by Bruno was neatly folded in his wardrobe. Bruno recognized footsteps pounding up the stairs towards them, quicker and quicker, and he crawled back on the bed, pressing himself against the wall, suddenly afraid of what was going to happen next.
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In fact over the last few days he had behaved in a perfectly decent manner to everyone and couldn't remember causing any chaos at all. He considered speaking to Father or Mother about it but suspected that they would either be angry with him for mentioning it or tell him something unpleasant about Shmuel and his family, so instead he did something quite unusual. On a few occasions Bruno had heard him using those words that he wasn't allowed to use, and when he did this Bruno had to stop himself from giggling. Both boys stayed very quiet for a few minutes, neither one wanting to say anything he might regret. However, just at that moment a small dot page 105 appeared in the distance and he narrowed his eyes to try to see what it was. I wish I had a name all of my own. Well, that was an entirely different matter.
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Nothing at all changed for a few weeks; life went on as normal. He had very large eyes and they were the colour of caramel sweets; the page 107 whites were very white, and when the boy looked at him all Bruno could see was an enormous pair of sad eyes staring back. One day he was perfectly content, playing at home, having three best friends for life, sliding down banisters, trying to stand on his tiptoes to see right across Berlin, and now he was stuck here in this cold, nasty house with three whispering maids and a waiter who was both unhappy and angry, where no one looked as if they could ever be cheerful again. They all held their caps under their arms and seemed to be fighting with each other for Father's attention. A couple of days later he came home from school to find Maria standing in his bedroom, pulling all his belongings out of the wardrobe and packing them in four large wooden crates, even the things he'd hidden at the back that belonged to him and were nobody else's business, and that is where the story began. Father hadn't left Berlin in the car with them that morning.
