His father was a Nazi officer, who was promoted and moved. The family moved from their splendid Berlin home to a building with no store in front of the village and no store in the back. It was cold and gloomy, with many soldiers coming in and out. "We have to work hard to decorate it so it looks like home," said the maid Maria. From the nearby large chimneys, thick smoke and a pungent odor often wafted out.
There are no friends here, no school. Bruno Room looked out the window and saw the strange "farm" not far away, where the "peasants" and the children were strange because they were all wearing striped "pyjamas". My father's explanation was, "Those people are actually not people..." Mom confessed: "That's not a farm." Until Parvo, who had bandaged his wounds and claimed to be a doctor but was doing chores all day, was beaten by his father's adjutant. That night, his sister told him that it was a camp for Jews.
Bruno's ideal is to become an explorer, and before that, he went to the mysterious "farm" through the window of the backyard cabin to explore. The more you block, the stronger your curiosity. Isn’t that the case with children? Through the barbed wire, Bruno met Shmuel, who was the same age. He thought, "It's not fair, I'm locked up every day, and you're there all day playing with your friends." He sees this time and time again, always in "pajamas" with a mysterious number on it, always hungry Friend, bring him food and listen to him curiously about what's inside the barbed wire.
The tutor invited by my father said, "If you can find a good Jew, you are the greatest explorer in the world." My sister also said that Jews are useless, evil, demons, dangerous parasites, and enemies. But when Bruno saw Shmuel in his kitchen, he was still overjoyed by the innocent friendship between children, but cowardice still prevailed, and Shmr was put in a dangerous situation - to make up for this mistake. , and because his mother wanted to take him and his sister away from this murder factory and live at his aunt's house, he was about to lose Shmr like a good friend in Berlin, so he decided to climb over the barbed wire to help Shmr find his father. Seeing this, my heart clenched!
Putting on the striped "pyjamas" and tucking his beautiful hair into his hat, his spirit-like aura disappeared immediately, and Bruno, who was among the frightened and haggard Jews, immediately fell into a vortex of fear and fear. He was astonished - this was completely different from the promotional video about the "labor camp" that he stole. He didn't want to explore anymore, he wanted to go home, but it was too late. My heart was trembling with trembling, and it was aching... I just watched him being driven into the gas chamber along with the Jews, young and old.
Oh my God, Bruno the elf sweetheart!
I love this child so much that my heart hurts too much. It’s just—
the gas chambers were full of Jews, and even Shmr, who was held tightly by Bruno’s hand, became a foil at the last moment, the moment when his life was taken away, as if he had been taken from his life. There is only the young and beautiful Bruno——this is the dull pain in the pain.
"Black Book," "Life and Death," and this "Boy in the Striped Pyjamas," did the proliferation of such films go from simply reflecting the suffering of the Jews to focusing on the ravages of war on humanity? Yes! The destruction of human nature by war does not discriminate among races, countries, ages, genders, etc. But the massacre, the genocide, is a catastrophe of extreme cruelty. During the Second World War, Nazi Germany carried out ethnic cleansing on the Jews, killing nearly 6 million Jews, which is 2/3 of the European Jewish population. In addition to 6 million lives, it is always a sense of inappropriateness to do other kinds of torture.
Bruno spread his arms, leaned forward, dressed as a fighter jet, and made the roar of a fighter jet from his mouth. He and his mates ran on the streets of Berlin and the corridors of their Berlin home. Later, he ran alone in the courtyard of the new "home", in the woods, through the grass, across the river, soaking up the warm sun through the treetops, smelling the breath of grass and soil... I really hope the children 's childhood games will never be imitating fighter jets, and there will never be fighter jets in everyone's childhood memories.
The film is based on the novel of the same name by Irish author John Byrne. "Before the buds of dark rationality, childhood is measured by sound, smell and sight." I really hope that children's smell, smell and view are the sounds of nature, fragrance and brightness.
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