November 1940
Today was quite interesting. Papa introduced me to Max. He is a quiet one. Mama and Papa made me promise to keep quiet about Max. If the Nazi Party found out, Papa said that they could take away himself and Mama and Max forever. Max is not so bad after all. I feel bad for him because he has to crouch under paint cans and drop sheets just to save his life. Each night, I go to him and I tell him stories. I read my books, or should I say, “borrowed” books to him. He sits and listens and peacefully draws and writes in his journal. Max tells me the stories of how he dreams of the Führer, and each time they battle in a boxing ring. In the end, Max conquers him. That story leads me to think the Führer is not so great after all. In fact, he is the opposite of courageous, brave, smart and leader. It hurts me and brings me pain to think that the Jewish population is in misery. Each and every day, Max asks me to give him a weather report, and each day, as I explain it to him, his eyes light up and you know he wishes he was free to see it all. My friend Max is the greatest friend I have ever will ever have and know, next to Rudy of course, and I promise that I will walk by his side and we will pass through the Holocaust together, jumping over every obstacle and conquering the Führer together.
Liesal Meminger
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