THE BOYS IN THE STRIPED PAJAMA

Why Grandmother Stormed Out

The two people Bruno missed most of all from home were Grandfather

Grandmother. They lived together in a small flat near the fruit and

vegetable stalls, and around the time that Bruno moved to Out-With,

Grandfather was almost seven-three years old which, as far as Bruno was

concerned, made him just about the oldest man in the world. One afteroon

Bruno had calculated that if he lived his whole life over and over again eight

times, he would still be a year younger than Grandfather.

Grandfather had spent his entire life running a restaurant in the centre of

town, and one of his employees was the father of Bruno's friend Martin who

worked there as a chef. Although Grandfather no longer cooked or waited on

tables in the restaurant himself, he spent most of his days there, sitting at the

bar in the afternoon talking to the customers, eating his meals there in the

evening and staying until closing time, laughing with his friends.

Grandmother never seen old in comparison to the other boys'

grandmother. In fact when Bruno learned just how old she was-sixty-two-he

was amazed's. She had met Grandfather as a young woman after one of her

concerts and somehow he had persuaded her to mary him, despite all his

flaws. She had long red hair, surprisingly similar to her daughter-in-law's,

and green eyes, and she claimed that was because somewhere in her family

there was an Irish blood. Bruno always knew when a family party was getting

into full swing because Grandmother would hover by the piano until someone

sat down at it and asked her to sing.

'What's that?' she always cried, holding a hand to her chest as if the very

the idea of took her breath away. 'Is it a song you're wanting? Why, I couldn't

possibly. I'm afraid, young man, my singing days are far behind me.'

'Sing! Sing!' everyone at the party would cry, and after a suitable whalesometimes as long as ten or twelve seconds-she would finally give in and

turn to the young man at the piano and say in a quick and humorous voice:

'La Vie en Rose, E-flat minor. And try to keep up with the changes.'

Parties at Bruno's house were always dominated by Grandmother's

singing, which for some reason always seems to coincide with the moment

when Mother moved from the main party area to the kitchen, followed by some

the her own friends. Father always stayed to listen and Bruno did too because

there was nothing he liked more than hearing Grandmother break into her full

voice and soak up the applause of the guests at the end. Plus, La Vie en Rose

gave him chills and made the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

Grandmother liked to think that Bruno or Gretel would follow her

the stage, and every Christmas and at every birthday party she would devise

a small play for the three of them to perform for Mother, Father and

Grandfathers. She wrote the plays herself and, to Bruno's way of thinking,

always gave herself the best lines, though he didn't think that too much. There

was normally a song in there somewhere too-Is it a song you're wanting? she'd

ask first and an opportunity for Bruno to do a magic trick and for Gretel to

dance. The play always ended with Bruno reciting a long poem by one of the

Great Poets, words which he found very hard to understand but which

somehow started to sound more and more beautiful the more he read them.

But that wasn't the best part of these little productions. The best part was

the fact that Grandmother made costumes for Bruno and Gretel. Matter no

what the role, no matter how few lines he might have in comparison to his

sister or grandmother, Bruno always got to dress up as a prince, or an Arab

sheik, or even on one occasion a Roman gladiator. There were crowns, and

when there are weren't crowns there were spears. And when there were weren't spears

there were whips or turbans. No one ever knows what Grandmother would

come up with next, but a week before Christmas Bruno and Gretel would be

summoned to her home on a daily basis for rehearsals.

Of course the last play they performed had ended in disaster and Bruno

still remembered it with sadness, though he wasn't quite sure what had

happened to cause the argument.

A week or so before, there had been great excitement in the house and it

had something to do with the fact that Father was now to be addressed as

'Commandant' by Maria, Cook and Lars the butler, as well as by all the

soldiers who came in and out of there and used the place-as far as Bruno

could see-as if it were their own and not his. There had been nothing but

excitement for weeks. First the Fury and the beautiful blonde woman had

come to dinner, which had brought the whole house to a standstill, and then it

was this new business of calling Father 'Commandant'. The mother had toold

Bruno to congratulations Father and he had done so, though if he was honest with himself (which he always tried to be) he wasn't really sure what he was

was congratulating him.

On Christmas Day Father wore his brand-new uniform, the starched and

pressed one that he wore every day now, and the whole family applauded

when he first appeared in. It really was something special. The comparable

the other soldiers who came in and out of the house, he kept out, and they

seen to respect him all the more now that he had it. Mother went up to him

and kissed him on the cheek and ran a hand across the front of it

on how fine she thought the fabric was. Bruno was particularly impressed

all the decorations on the uniform and he had been allowed to wear the cap

Grandfather was very proud of his son when he saw him in his new

uniform but Grandmother was the only one who seemed unimpressed. After

dinner had been served, and after she and Gretel and Bruno had performed

their latest production, she sat down sadly in one of the armchairs and looked

at Father, shaking her head as if she were a great disappointment to her.

'I wonder-is this where I went wrong with you, Ralf?' she said's. 'I am wonder

if all the performances I made you give as a boy led you to this. Dressing up

like a puppy on a string.'

'Now, Mother, ' said Father in a tolerant voice. 'You know this isn't the

time.'

'Standing there in your uniform,' she continued, 'as if it makes you

something special. Not even caring what it means really. What it stands for.'

'Nathalie, we discussed this in advance,' said Grandfather, enough

everyone knows that when Grandmother has something to say she always

found a way to say it, no matter how unpopular it might prove to be.

'You discussed it, Matthias, ' said Grandmother. 'I was merely the blank

wall to whom you addressed your words. Usual.'

'This is a party, Mother, ' said Father with a sigh. 'And it's Christmas.

Let's not spoil things.'

I remember when the Great War began, ' said Grandfather proudly, staring

into the fire and shaking his head. 'I remember you coming home to tell us

how you had joined up and I was sure that you would come to harm.'

'He did come to harm, Matthias, ' insisted Grandmother. 'Take a look at

him for your evidence.'

'And now look at you,' continued Grandfather, ignoring her. 'It makes me

so proud to see you elevated to such a responsible position. Helping your country reclaim her pride after all the great wrongs that were done to her.

The punishments above and beyond-'

'Oh, will you listen to yourself!' cried

Grandmothers. 'Which one of you is the most foolish, I wonder?'

'But, Nathalie, ' said Mother, trying to calm the situation down a little,

'don't you think Ralf looks very handsome in his new uniform?'

'Handsomes?' asked Grandmother, leaning forward and staring at her

daughter-in-law as if she had lost her reason. 'Handsome, did you say? You

foolish girl's! Is that what you consider to be of importance in the world?

Looking handsome?'

'Do I look handsome in my ringmaster's costume?' asked Bruno, for that

was what he had been wearing for the party that night - the red and black outfit

of a circus ringmaster-and he had been very proud of himself in it. The

moment he spoke he regressed it, however, for all the adults looked in his and

Gretel's direction, as if they had forgotten that they were there at all.

'Children, upstairs, ' said Mother quickly. 'Go to your rooms.'

'But we don't want to, ' Gretel protested. 'Can't we play down here?'

'No, children, ' she insisted. 'Go upstairs and close the door behind you.'

'That's all you soldiers are interested in anyway, ' Grandmother said,

ignoring the children altogether. 'Looking handsome in your fine uniforms.

Dressing up and doing the terrible, terrible things you do. It makes me

ashamed. But I blame myself, Ralf, not you.'

'Children, upstairs now!' said Mother, clapping her hands together, and

this time they had no choice but to stand up and obey her.

But rather than going straight to their rooms, they closed the door and sat

at the top of the stairs, trying to hear what was being said by the grown-ups

down below's. However, Mother and Father's voices were muffled and hard to

make out, Grandfather's was not to be heard at all, while Grandmother's was

surprisingly slurred. Finally, after a few minutes, the door slammed open and

Gretel and Bruno darted back up the stairstairs while Grandmother retrieved her

coat from the rack in the hallway.

'Ashamed!' she called out before she left. 'That a son of mine should be'

'A patriot, 'cried Father, who perhaps had never learned the rule about

not interrupting your mother.

'A patriot indeed!' she cried out's. 'The people you have to dinner in this

house. Why, it makes me sick. And to see you in that uniform makes me want to tear the eyes from my head!' she added before storming out of the house

and slamming the door behind her.

Bruno hadn't seen much of Grandmother after that and hadn't even had a

chance to say goodbye to her before they moved to Out-With, but he missed

her very much and decided to write her a letter.

That day he sat down with a pen and paper and told her how unhappy he

was there and how much he wished he was back home in Berlin. He told her

about the house and the garden and the bench with the plaque on it and the tall

fence and the wooden telegraph poles and the barbed-wire bales and the hard

ground beyond them and the huts and the small builds and the smoke

stacks and the soldiers, but mostly he told her about the people living there

and their striped pyjamas and cloth caps, and then he told her how much he

missed her and he signed off his letter 'your loving grandson, Bruno'.