The Dot That Became A Speck That

Bruno Opened His Eyes In Wonder At The Things He Saw. In His Imagination He Had Tough That All The Huts Were Full Of Happy Families, Some Of Whom Sat Outside On Rocking Chairs In The Evening And Told Stories About How Things Were So Much Better When They Were Children And They'd Had Nowadays. He Thought That All The Boys And Girls Who Lived There Would Be In Different Groups, Playing Tennis Or Football, Skipping And Drawing Out Squares For Hopscotch On The Ground. As It Turned Out, All The Things He Thought Might Be There-wern't.'' -the Boy In The Striped Pajamas

It Occurs To Me That Even Though Zoya And I Are Both Still Alive, My Life Is Already Over. She Will Be Taken From Me Soon And There Will Be No Reason For Me To Continue Without Her. We Are One Person, You See. We Are Georgyandzoya.

It Reminds Me Of How Grandmother Always Had The Right Costume For Me To Wear. You Wear The Right Outfit And You Feel Like The Person You're Pretending To Be.

We All Are [normal]. Their Idea Of Normal Just Happens To Be Different To Some Other People's Idea Of Normal. But This Is The World We Live In. Some People Simply Cannot Accept Something That Is Outside Of Their Experience.

The Thing About Exploring Is That You Have To Know Whether The Thing You've Found Is Worth Finding. Some Things Are Just Sitting There, Minding Their Own Business, Waiting To Be Discovered. Like America. And Other Things Are Probably Better Off Left Alone. Like A Dead Mouse At The Back Of The Cupboard.