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"In Hiding"  

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"In Hiding" From that day on, I lived, ate and washed in our small sinister cupboard under the rotting wooden staircase. It was the day that Britain declared war on Germany, since that day I have hated and despised anyone German, I could never forgive a nation that murdered my family and caused such devastation to my home land. I vividly remember visiting my aunt who was a little richer than us most weekends in the run up to the war; it was such a treat because she owned a black and white television. My brother and I always wanted to watch the films but my parents insisted on watching the news; I can picture even now the blurred clips of Hitler talking to his troops, my brother and I used to tremble as he spoke. My mother always used to sympathize with us; were as my father used to get...

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