Journal Entry- Shmuel's Point of View

I was walking slowly on my struggling feet. I was striding towards the fence to hide from the soldiers. Trying to ignore my hunger. I could see a little chubby boy in shiny, new, clean wearing clothes, wearing polished shoes. I just dropped to the floor. Tired and sick, I gazed up and the fat one was still looking at me with a confused look. He shouted "Hello" in a proud voice" "I am exploring".