“Zeig mir den Jungen zu.” (Show the boy to me.) The other spoke, not losing his inflexible face.
The first man motioned for me to make my way next to him. My body was so nervously shaken, I hesitated to move.
My capturer began to speak once again, “Ist es alt genug für Hitlerjugend?” (Is he old enough for Hitler Youth?)
A hesitance was awaited before what looked as a guard walked to the others to answer with, “Nein, der Junge ist zu jung. Ich will ihn weg von dem Land, er ist nicht die Mühe wert.” (No, the boy is too young. I want him away from the country, he isn't worth the trouble.)
They all agreed