Round Up To Sink In Analysis

I have finally allowed the events of the 1942 round up to sink in. My brother is dead. He lies in the backyard of the Dufaure family. I continue to hide from the Germans as the continuous searches ensue. My foster mother Genevier tells me that the Germans are the true enemy of this war, however, I do not agree with that statement. The people that took me from my home were the French police. Those friendly police officers that once used to help me cross the street, tore me from my home and forced me to make the hardest decision of my life. The one that I regret to forever. My French neighbors are also the ones who did not try to stop any of the police officers, my neighbors just stood and watched. How is Germany the true enemy, if everyone who participated in the roundup

Some people have commented on how young I am- only 17 and traveling alone, I simply say I am visiting family. My true plan is to go to the police station and ask to see a young policeman without a figure. As a turn, the corner to the view of the police station a series of emotion begins to flood into my head. The bus, the train, the stadium all these memories begin to enter my mind. But I must press on, I have made it this far and I need answers. I enter the police station I notice that there is a sense of dread in the station. Everyone looks at the floor and there is no laughter in the air. Everyone is moving emotionlessly from desk to desk and the officers all look glum. Is it possible that the police are remembering the actions they have committed? These dreads come too late because the past cannot be changed. I ask the front secretary "Do you know of a young policeman missing his middle finger"

"Oh, do you mean Antione?" She quickly responds "Of course! I have forgotten his name it has been quite a while since I have last visited him, luckily with that red hair he is easy to