The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas by John Boyne Page A

resolution to pay more attention in future in geography class.
    ‘I’ve never been to Berlin,’ said Shmuel.
    ‘And I don’t think I’d ever been to Poland before I came here,’ said Bruno, which was true because he hadn’t. ‘That is, if this really is Poland.’
    ‘I’m sure it is,’ said Shmuel quietly. ‘Although it’s not a very nice part of it.’
    ‘No.’
    ‘Where I come from is a lot nicer.’
    ‘It’s certainly not as nice as Berlin,’ said Bruno. ‘In Berlin we had a big house with five floors if you counted the basement and the little room at the top with the window. And there were lovely streets and shops and fruit and vegetable stalls and any number of cafés. But if you ever go there I wouldn’t recommend walking around town on a Saturday afternoon because there are far too many people there then and you get pushed from pillar to post. And it was much nicer before things changed.’
    ‘How do you mean?’ asked Shmuel.
    ‘Well, it used to be very quiet there,’ explained Bruno, who didn’t like to talk about how things had changed. ‘And I was able to read in bed at night. But now it’s quite noisy sometimes, and scary, and we have to turn all the lights off when it starts to get dark.’
    ‘Where I come from is much nicer than Berlin,’ said Shmuel, who had never been to Berlin. ‘Everyone there is very friendly and we have lots of people in our family and the food is a lot better too.’
    ‘Well, we’ll have to agree to disagree,’ said Bruno, who didn’t want to fight with his new friend.
    ‘All right,’ said Shmuel.
    ‘Do you like exploring?’ asked Bruno after a moment.
    ‘I’ve never really done any,’ admitted Shmuel.
    ‘I’m going to be an explorer when I grow up,’ said Bruno, nodding his head quickly. ‘At the moment I can’t do very much more than read about explorers, but at least that means that when I’m one myself, I won’t make the mistakes they did.’
    Shmuel frowned. ‘What kind of mistakes?’ he asked.
    ‘Oh, countless ones,’ explained Bruno. ‘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 a cupboard.’
    ‘I think I belong to the first category,’ said Shmuel.
    ‘Yes,’ replied Bruno. ‘I think you do. Can I ask you something?’ he added after a moment.
    ‘Yes,’ said Shmuel.
    Bruno thought about it. He wanted to phrase the question just right.
    ‘Why are there so many people on that side of the fence?’ he asked. ‘And what are you all doing there?’

Chapter Eleven

The Fury
    Some months earlier, just after Father received the new uniform which meant that everyone had to call him ‘Commandant’ and just before Bruno came home to find Maria packing up his things, Father came home one evening in a state of great excitement, which was terribly unlike him, and marched into the living room where Mother, Bruno and Gretel were sitting reading their books.
    ‘Thursday night,’ he announced. ‘If we’ve any plans for Thursday night we have to cancel them.’
    ‘You can change your plans if you want to,’ said Mother, ‘but I’ve made arrangements to go to the theatre with—’
    ‘The Fury has something he wants to discuss with me,’ said Father, who was allowed to interrupt Mother even if no one else was. ‘I just got a phone call this afternoon. The only time he can make it is Thursday evening and he’s invited himself to dinner.’
    Mother’s eyes opened wide and her mouth made the shape of an O. Bruno stared at her and wondered whether this was what he looked like when he was surprised about something.
    ‘But you’re not serious,’ said Mother, growing a little pale. ‘He’s coming here? To our house?’
    Father nodded. ‘At seven o’clock,’ he said. ‘So we’d