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references to the Treblinka rebellion. yes, some of the escapees survived. and this will probably change, I barely edited. at all. XD;;; but the pictures will help once it's in final book form. c:
Once (upon a time) there was a young man who had a big heart and a charming smile. He was handsome, so much was true, and kind -- he roamed about, weaving and playing his
guitar. Wherever he went, all the girls loved him. They wanted to dance with him, sing with him -- he did, but he never really looked at those girls twice. In that big heart he knew, that there was would be only one lady meant for him, and the dancing girls; they were never the one.
He didn't meet her until the eve of his eighteenth birthday, when he was buying sugar and roses. She smiled at him, her gold bangles flashing in the sunlight, pretty face framed with a headwrap. He was stricken, smitten, lovestruck, blinded, convinced, right then and there. She was his dancing girl, his loving girl -- his muse. After he met her, he couldn't stop singing, singing, singing.
( insert picture montage here; one with them and his guitar, a kiss perhaps, then a wedding picture, one with friends -- Satu, and then one heavily implying a baby on the way; then one of marching boots and then perhaps a real - life picture of a ghetto? )
He couldn't let her go with him -- not on the trains, wherever they were going -- she wouldn't be able to stand so long. The very day they received a summons to go, he woke her in the middle of the night and told her to grab what she could, she was going to go.
Not without you, she said, realizing with wide eyes what he intended to do - they'll kill you for sure. Please, please, please.
He just smiled and shook his head; though it was soft his big heart knew what was coming. You're going to leave, and you're going to live. Go to Sweden with Elin and be safe. For me and for you and for him, okay? Okay?
Kamaù tut. Be safe...
( short picture montage here, of arriving to the camp -- show a glimpse of the future rebels )
They could take everything. His hair. His clothes. His shoes. His name. His dignity.
But they couldn't take his love away, couldn't truly take his heart.
Stuffed four men to a bunk, he dreamed about his wife --
working day after day, his thoughts floated over the fields --
seeing the death and the horror, he turned his mind elsewhere --
he had to survive. They couldn't take everything. Could they.
He was a solider, an experiment in modern warfare. My spirit versus your guns, your gas.
Who comes out on top?
The next day a buddy -- a Greek Jew, Nikos, with devastating eyes -- approached him and told him about the revolt. They weren't gonna take it anymore, were going to fight, or sure as hell die trying -- they'd rather die humans, than cattle. (Grab your guns and march to war, it's time to fight the big boys.)
He was scared, but then again, fear was a constant companion. Fear and his pale-faced friend, Death. He faced them head on, and in the sweltering heat he grabbed a gun and fought. Tooth and nail, blade and bullet. Men screamed, things burned.
They ran, bailed and ran, as their comrades were shot down behind them. Into the forest -- they ran and ran and ran and ran. He didn't know how or when or why. Just running. Away from the noise and the hunger and the horror, the stench and rot and barking dogs, barking dogs whose lives were worth more than a bunkful of inmates'.
Do I still have feet, he asked. They stopped in a thicket, drank the dirty stream water and washed themselves as best as they could -- none of them had had a bath since they entered the camp ( but that was good, right? ). Nikos laughed. Sorry babe, we've gotta keep going. Don't want them to get us, do 'ya?
So, go they did.
They went and they went and they went, avoiding the brutal hand of death so many times.
Constantly, his mind went to his wife, how she would be doing. Oh, if she were there -- maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
But as much as he longed for her to be with him, he was so glad she had the chance to get out. (Even though he couldn't be sure, he knew she made it, he was so sure in his big Roma heart).
He ran, they fell -- the world started to make peace with itself, slowly as a deep wound healing.
( More picture montage. Him at a hospital, then being released; with Nikos at his arm, standing on an unfamiliar doorstep; seeing his waifu for the first time; cut to a fake, old picture of two men, one holding a child and the other holding a kitty. Both look pretty damn proud of themselves. )
 men getting pregnant · Fri Apr 23, 2010 @ 08:24am · 0 Comments |
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