Disclaimer: Iâ€™m not Nazi or anything, just obsessed with WW II, and I do
find the Germans quite intriguing. Iâ€™ve got a ton of Jewish friends so
donâ€™t get on my back ok? Soâ€¦ummâ€¦have fun reading this!
Maybe it was because she lived in Germany, maybe because several of her
family members had fought in it, but Germaine had always been fascinated
with the Second World War.
She eagerly absorbed any information she could gather, and seven years of
sniffling around for information had paid off generously. Since seven she
had been brushing up on it, and now at fourteen she was the historian of
The local museum was Germaineâ€™s favorite spot; she would spend endless
hours wandering through its halls, looking upon the artifacts as if upon
old friends. The museum was empty most of the time, no one bothered to
visit the past, they were too concentrated on the present and future of
their businesses. They were foolish, Germaine insisted, they couldnâ€™t
ignore the past for long.
Only the occasional tourist or passing historian gave it much notice. Yet
the place was of fair size, housing a vast amount of Nazi, Jewish, and a
few British paraphernalia.
Germaine had always felt a certain air, a mood, to her beloved museum. A
mood that changed with the days, one day it would be calm, tranquil and
silent, the next raging and spiteful, or sad, sad and afraid. It was the
mood of the artifacts, the mood of the spirits who had once owned the
exhibits, Germaine was convinced of this, and outraged that the others did
not feel it as well, not even Herr Raufmann, the owner and keeper.
But whichever mood the museum chose, it always pertained a foreboding, even
forbidden feel to it, like something threatening to escape and lash out if
Besides convincing everyone about the museumâ€™s soul, Germaine was set upon
educating her seven-year-old brother about World War Two. She had managed
to flare up his interest, and on Sunday she persuaded her parents to drop
both of them off at the museum while they took care of various shopping.
At two in the afternoon, Germaine and Gunther were looking up at the faded
windows of the old building.
â€œAh Germaine, thought you werenâ€™t coming today!â€