THE BOYS IN THE STRIPED PAJA

Bruno Makes a Discovery's

One after, when Bruno came home from school, he was surprised to

find Maria, the family's maid-who always kept her head bowed and never

looked up from the carpet-standing in his bedroom, pulling all his belongings

out of the wardrobe and packing them in four large wooden crates, even the

things he'd hidden at the back that belong to him and were nobody else's

business.

'What are you doing?' he asked in as polyte a tone as he could muster, for

neverhe wasn't happy to come home and find someone going through his

possessions, his mother had always kept him that he was to treat Maria

respectfully and not just imitate the Way Father spoke to her. 'You take your

hands off my things.'

Maria Shook her head and pointed towards the staircase behind him,

where Bruno's mother had just appeared. She was a tall woman with long red

hair that she bundled into a sort of net behind her head, and she was twisting

her hands together nervously as if there was something she didn't want to

have to say or something she didn't want to have to believe.

'Mother,' said Bruno, marching towards her, 'what's going on? Why is

Maria going through my things?'

'She's packing them, ' explained Mother.

'Packing them?' he asked, running quickly through the events of the

few days to consider when he'd been especially naughty or had

used these words out loud that he wasn't allowed to use and was being sent

away because of it. He couldn't think of anything though. In fact over the last

few days he had behaved in a perfectly decent manner to everyone and

couldn't remember causing any chaos at all. 'Why?' he asked then. 'What have

I done?'

Mother had walked into her own bedroom by then but Lars, the butler,

was in there, packing her things too. She sigh and threw her hands in the

air in frustration before marching back to the staircase, followed by Bruno,

who wasn't going to let the matter drop without an explanation.

'Mother, ' he insisted. 'What's going on? Are we moving?'

'Come downstairs with me, ' said Mother, leading the way toward the

large dining room where the Fury had been to dinner the week before. 'We'll talk down there.'

Bruno ran downstairs and even passed her out on the staircase so that he

was waiting in the dining room when she arrived. He looked at her without

saying anything for a moment and thought to himself that she couldn't have

applied her make-up correctly that morning because the rims of her eyes

were more red than usual, like his own after he'd been causing chaos and got

into trouble and ended up crying.

'Now, you don't have to worry, Bruno' said Mother, sitting down in the

chair where the beautiful blonde woman who had come to dinner with the

Fury had sat and waveed at him when Father closed the doors. 'The 'In fact if

anything it's going to be a great adventure.'

'What is?' he asked. 'Am I being sent away?'

'No, not just you, ' she said, looking as if she might smile for a moment but

thinking better of it. 'We all are. Your father and I, Gretel and you. All four of

us.'

Bruno thought about this and frowned. He wasn't particularly bottomed if

Gretel was being sent away because she was a Hopeless Case and caused

nothing but trouble for him. But it seemed a little unfair that they all had to go

with her's.

'But where?' he asked. 'Where are we going exactly? Why can't we stay

here?'

'Your father's job, ' Explained Mother. 'You know how important it is,

don't you?'

'Yes, of course,' said Bruno, nodding his head, because there were

always so many visitors to the house-men in fantastic uniforms, women with

typewriters that he had to keep his lucky hands off and they were always

very polyte to Father and told each other that he was a man to watch and that

the Fury had big things in mind for him.

'Well, sometimes when someone is very important,' continued Mother, sometimes,

'the man who employs him asks him to go somewhere else because there's a

very special job that needs doing there.'

'What is kind of job?' asked Bruno, because if he was honest with himself - he always tried to be - he wasn't really sure what job Father did.

In school they had spoken about their fathers one day and Karl had said

that his father was a greengrocer, which Bruno knew to be true because he

ran the greengrocer's shop in the centre of town. And Daniel had said that his

father was a teacher, which Bruno knew to be true because he knew the big boys who it was always wise to steer clear of. And Martin had said that his

father was a chef, which Bruno knows to be true because he sometimes

collected Martin from school and when he did he always went a white

smock and a tartan apron, if he'd just stepped out of his kitchen.

But when they asked Bruno what his father did he opened his mouth to

tell them, then realized that he didn't know himself. All he could say was that

his father was a man to watch and that the Fury had big things in mind for

him. Oh, and that he had a fantastic uniform too.

'It's a very important job,' said Mother, hesitating for a moment. 'A job

that needs a very special man to do it. You can understand that, can't you?'

'And we all have to go too?' bruno Asked.

'Of course we do, ' said Mother. 'You wouldn't want Father to go to his

new job on his own and be lonely there, would you?'

'I supply not, ' said Bruno.

'Father would miss us all terribly if we were not with him, ' she added.

'Who would he miss the most?' bruno Asked. 'Me or Gretel?'

'He would miss you both equally, ' said Mother, for she was a great

believe in not playing favours, which Bruno respected, especially since

he knew that he was his favorite really.

'What about our house?' bruno Asked. 'Who's going to take care of it

while we're gone?'

Mother sigh and looked around the room as if she might never see it

again. It was a very beautiful house and had five floors in total, if you

included the basement, where Cook made all the food and Maria and Lars sat

at the table arguing with each other and calling each other names that you

weren't supported to use. And if you add in the little room at the top of the

house with the slanted windows where Bruno could see right across Berlin if

'We have to close up the house for now, ' said Mother. 'But we'll come

back to it someday.'

'And what about Cook?' bruno Asked. 'And Lars? And Maria? Are they

not going to live in it?'

'They're coming with us, ' explained Mother. 'But that's enough questions

for now's. Maybe you should go upstairs and help Maria with your packing.'

Bruno stood up from the seat but didn't go anywhere. There were just a

few more questions he needs to put to her before he could allow the matter

to be settled. 'And how far away is it?' he asked. 'The new job, I mean. Is it further than

a mile away?'

'Oh my, ' said Mother with a laugh, though it was a strange kind of laugh

because she didn't look happy and turned away from Bruno as if she didn't

want him to see her face. 'Yes, Bruno, ' she said. 'It's more than a mile away.

A lot more than that, in fact.'

Bruno's eyes opened wide and his mouth made the shape of an O. He felt

his arms stretching out at his sides like they did when something

surprised him. 'You don't mean we're leaving Berlin?' he asked, gasping for

air as he got the words out.

'I'm afraid so, ' said Mother, nodding her head sadly. 'Your father's job is-'

'What about school?' said Bruno, interrupting her, a thing he knows he

was not supported to do but which he felt he would be forgiven for on this

occassion. 'What about Karl and Daniel and Martin? How will they know

where I am when we want to do things together?'

'You'll have to say goodbye to your friends for the time being, ' said

Mothers. 'Although I'm sure you'll see them again in time. And don't interrupt

your mother when she's talking, please, ' she added, for too long this was

strange and unpleasant news, there was no need for Bruno to break

the rules of politeness which he had been knowing.

'Say goodbye to them?' he asked, staring at her in surprise. 'Say goodbye

to them?' he repeated, spluttering out the words as if his mouth was full of

biscuits that he'd munched into tiny pieces but not actually swallowed yet.

'Say goodbye to Karl and Daniel and Martin?' he continued, his voice coming

dangerously close to shutting down, which, was not allowed indoors. 'But they're

my three best friends for life!'

'Oh, you'll make other friends,' said Mother, waving her hand in the air

as if the making of a boy's three best friends for life was an

easy thing's.

'But we had plans, ' he protested.

'Plans?' asked Mother, raising an eyebrow. 'What is the sort of plan?'

'Well, that would be telling, ' said Bruno, who could not accept the exact

nature of the plans - which included causation a lot of chaos, especially in a few

weeks' time when school finished for the summer holidays and they did't

have to spend all their time just making plans but could actually put them into

effect instant's. 'I'm sorry, Bruno, ' said Mother, 'but your plans are just going to have to

wait. We don't have a choice in this.'

'But, Mother!'

'Bruno, that's enough, ' she said, snapping at him now and standing up to

show him that she was serious when she said that was enough. 'Honestly, 'Honestly,

only last week you were complaining about how much things have changed

here recently'

'Well, I don't like the way we have to turn all the lights off at night now,'

admitted he.

'Everyone has to do that, ' said Mother. 'It keeps us safe. And who knows,

maybe we'll be in less danger if we move away. Now, I need you to go

upstairs and help Maria with your packing. We don't have as much time

prepare as I would have liked, thanks to some people.'

Bruno nodded and walked away sadly, knowing that 'some people' was a

grow-up's word for 'Father' and one that he wasn't supported to use himself.

He made his way up the slowly, holding onto the banister with one

hand, and wonder where the new house in the new place where the new

job was willing to have as fine a banister to slide down as this one did. For

banister in this house stretched from the very top floor-just outside the little

room where, if he stood on his tiptoes and held onto the frame of the window

tightly, he could see right across Berlin-to the ground floor, just in front of the

two enormous oak doors. And Bruno liked nothing better than to get on board

the banister at the top floor and slide his way through the house, making

whooshing sounds as he went.

Down from the top floor to the next one, where Mother and Father's room

was, and the large bathroom, and where he wasn't supported to be in anything

case.

Down to the next floor, where his own room was, and Gretel's room too,

and the smaller bathroom which he was supposed to use more than he

really did's.

Down to the ground floor, where you fell off the end of the banister and

had to land flat on your two feet or it was five points against you and you had

to start all over again.

The banister was the best thing about this house-that and the fact that

Grandfather and Grandmother lived so near by - and when he thought about

that it made him wonder when they were coming to the new job too and he

presumed that they were because they could hardly be left behind. No one needed Gretel much because she was a Hopeless Case-it would be a lot

easier if she stayed to look after the house-but Grandfather and Grandmother?

Well, that was an entirely different matter.

Bruno went up the stairstairs slowly towards his room, but before going

inside he looked back down towards the ground floor and saw Mother

entering Father's office, which faced the dining room-and was Out Of Bounds

At All Times And No Exceptions - and he heard her speaking loudly to him

until Father spoke louder than Mother could and that put a stop to their

conversations. Then the door of the office closed and Bruno couldn't hear any

more so he thought it would be a good idea if he went back to his room and

look over the packing from Maria, 'cause otherwise she might pull all her

belongings out of the wardrobe without any care or consideration, even the

things he'd hidden at the back that belong to him and were nobody else's

business.