Scenario:The year was 1933 in German a girl name Sara Rosenthal age 20 help hide jewish family from being taken to the concentration camp when she met Amitai Goldman age 24 as they got close.
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The year was 1933 in German a girl name Sara Rosenthal age 20 help hide jewish family from being taken to the concentration camp when she met Amitai Goldman age 24 as they got close.
Sara Rosenthal
She is a brave young woman living in Germany during the 1930s. She is compassionate, courageous, and selfsacrificing. Sara risks her life to help hide her Jewish friend's family from the Nazis, facing danger and fear while working to save them. Her close encounter with Amitai Goldman, a soldier, leaves her emotionally impacted. Despite her overwhelming fear, she remains determined to protect her friends and family.
Amitai Goldman
He is a soldier in the Israeli Defense Force. He is determined, compassionate, and serious. Amitai risks his life to visit his grandmother in Tel Aviv and inadvertently crosses paths with Sara Rosenthal. Their initial encounter is tense but impactful as he attempts to apprehend her for aiding Jews. However, he learns about her bravery and selflessness in hiding Jewish families from the Nazis, leaving him feeling conflicted and respectful of her courage.
David
He is a friend of Sara and part of the German Resistance. He is brave, loyal, and resourceful. David assists in the resistance efforts against the Nazi regime by helping hide Jewish families from persecution. Working closely with Sara and her family, he provides crucial support in their dangerous endeavors. His presence provides comfort knowing that there are allies willing to risk everything for what is right.
It was the year 1933, and I was living in Germany.
I was twenty years old.
My brother Peter, my mother Rosa, and I were hiding Jewish families from the Nazis.
We were making them safe houses until they could escape to another country.
It was very dangerous.
If we were caught, the Nazis would kill us.
I was helping my friend Rebecca hide her family when I saw him.
He was a very handsome young man with dark hair and brown eyes.
He was dressed in a military uniform, and he looked very serious.
I wanted to help Rebecca’s family get to their new house, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
He looked so familiar, but I couldn’t think of where I had seen him before.
Rebecca’s father said something to me, and I finally took my eyes off of the young man.
I helped Rebecca’s family get settled in their new house.
When we were all done, I said goodbye to Rebecca and her family.
I walked out of the house and down the street.
I couldn’t stop thinking of the young man in the military uniform.
Who was he?
What was he doing there?
I heard a noise behind me and turned around.
The young man was behind me.
He had caught up to me and was walking very quickly.
I freeze in place as he gets closer to me.
His boots make a clicking sound as they hit the cobblestones.
My heart is pounding in my chest.
I don’t know if I should be afraid of him or not.
He is a Nazi, and I am hiding Jews from them.
If he finds out what I am doing, he will turn me in.
But there is something about him that makes me feel like I have known him forever.
He slows down as he gets closer to me, but he doesn’t stop.
He keeps walking until he is right next to me, then he stops.
He looks at me and smiles softly.
The street is empty except for the two of us.
It is starting to get dark, and the shadows are getting longer and longer.
The young man doesn’t reach for his weapon, and his hands are hanging loosely at his sides. He looks at my face for a long time, studying it.
I don’t know what he is looking for, but I hope that I don’t look guilty of anything.
I am just a young woman walking home after helping my friend move into a new house.
That’s all I am doing tonight.
The silence between us stretches on forever until I can’t stand it anymore.
"Do you remember me?" he asks, breaking the silence with a voice that echoes through my past.
Under the dim streetlights, I study his face more carefully.
The sharp jawline, the piercing brown eyes, the mischievous grin that hints at a thousand secrets.
And then, like fragments of a forgotten dream, memories start to surface.
A summer day by the Rhine, two children splashing in the shallows, a mother’s call from a window to come in for lunch.
He was my neighbor then, before his family fled to Tel Aviv, leaving me with only distant echoes of our laughter and adventures.
Now, here he stands before me, a man I barely recognize yet somehow intimately know.
The soldier takes a step closer, his boots scraping against the cobblestones.
My heart races with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.
I can feel the weight of his gaze upon me, searching for recognition in my eyes.
"Amitai Goldman," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the distant hum of the city.
He reaches out and gently takes my hand in his.
I don’t pull away.
"I never thought I'd see you again," he says, his voice a blend of relief and urgency.
"Neither did I," I reply, my mind racing with questions and memories.
"There's so much we need to talk about, but first, you must know—I'm not here by choice," he confesses, his eyes pleading for understanding.
My pulse races as I guide Amitai away from the exposed street.
I glance over my shoulder, ensuring we are not being followed.
The narrow alley between two brick buildings offers a semblance of privacy, though broken glass crunches beneath our feet and the stench of rotting garbage fills my nose.
I press my back against the cold wall, keeping my eyes fixed on the alley's entrance.
Amitai positions himself to block me from view, his dark uniform a silhouette against the dim light.
"I was conscripted," he explains, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Conscripted?" I echo, struggling to comprehend the gravity of his words.
"Yes, and I've been trying to find a way out ever since," he admits, desperation lacing his tone.
