The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas

I wanted to watch it when it was on at the cinemas but never managed to get there.

"The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas" was the movie. My son knew I had wanted to see it & kindly rented it for me whilst on a visit to the local video shop yesterday. So after dinner last night my husband & I watched it together, which really is something of a rarity.

Well....now I am wishing I hadn't watched it! I should have known the journey the story was taking us on but somehow I thought this one particular story may have a happy ending, how very naieve of me.

I cried a river of tears when I saw all those people being rounded up into the gas chamber like pigs to the slaughter. Hundreds of malnourished, broken human beings whose lives had been stolen away by the germans. The genocide of Jews during World War 11 was horrific. I can't even begin to imagine how terrifyingly scary this would have been. Millions of people were systematically exterminated under the rule of Adolf Hitler.

The visual memory of the closing scene of this movie will haunt me forever. These 2 beautiful little boys standing naked amongst all the other unfortunate men & woman awaiting their terrible, terrible fate. The little boys are oblivious to what is about to happen to them, but your see fear enter their little faces as they glance at one another & hold each others hand....the chamber goes black & they are gone.

I sit here now & think how very lucky we are. I wonder how the survivors of such horror actually survived such barbaric cruelty. I wonder how the participants of such evilness towards others, the participants of such inhumane torchure could have lived with what they had done.

It makes me mad & very sad.