My version of the story of the movie-'Life is Beautiful' in three parts
(got nominated and bagged the Oscar for best foreign film in its time)
He slid through the shadows of darkness, the darkness of his fear, his anxiety augmenting in his five-year-old heart, through clouds of acrid smelling smoke and arches of the renowned Ghetto of Warsaw over which floated a tense and confusing atmosphere.
This was what he did as every last one of his kith and kin was being deported to the Disinfection Chamber, which was a slight fortification to the much harsher ‘Gas Chamber’.
But, he continued his search, the destination of which was his father Tate Caesar.
It was only round the corner when he was surrounded by the crowd of mortals moving haywire with fear and hesitation, like helpless fowl doomed to meet a merciless end.
Setting apart his sudden rush of emotions, under his father’s advice, that one shouldn’t let his feelings overcome his determination and goal, he peered into the human mass intent to find his mentor’s bright face. After a few moments of futile effort he spotted a yard away from him, what he sought.
His eyes lit up with a strange wave of elation which now washed over the rest of him. Though it was the twelfth time in this month that he had visited his father, Doron Caesar felt warm blood run through his veins yet again, for his father was the only family, the existence of which he was aware of after Hitler decided to seclude the Jews from the rest of the society and torture them to death. Unfortunately, their family was an easy target.
He assembled himself and sprang onto his father’s shoulder, though he had a slight weight his unexpected jumping made his father shake up in a frightened manner. He then shouted in pure happiness,
“Doron! I’ve been missing you my little cub. Whatever are you doing here? Wasn’t I supposed to……”
“Oh no papa I just couldn’t wait any longer.”
“Happy birthday son, may god bless you and may you live upto a hearty age.”
“Thank you papa”. “Now boy, what do you desire?”
“Oh papa, my only wish is to stay with you for a day or two.”
“So be it then.”
“….but papa, what of the game?” “That we shall see later”.
Doron then ignored his thought that, the soldiers would catch them and they would lose their game of ‘Hide-n-Seek’
And chose to find pleasure in whatever happened, he was happy to limitless limits and in all his zeal and zest somersaulted over bare platforms and ducked down whenever necessary to deceive egregious eyes and then secretively reached a large building, a part of which was shabbily painted whereas the rest remained a humble abode to the conspicuous green layers of moss.
After entering through a low entrance they reached what seemed to Doron a mountain of bunk beds. They then walked upto the large rows of shelf-like beds and then with the company of Tate’s endless words of advice and precaution, which he had learned almost every time he visited his father, they began climbing the various rows one-by-one vigilantly, to the sixth row of bunk beds.
What succeeded this was unadulterated happiness, fun and merry making and it was to their unawareness that this bliss put them both to a deep spell of sleep until they heard a siren nearby screaming to the peak of its pitch. Tate woke up first, so did Doron to his quick succession. Confused too much after waking up from soothing sleep Tate fell down two levels of beds onto the floor, gathered consciousness and then walked across the room to the window after peering through the bare hole which took place of the fancy ones that the other stately buildings flanked, he shuffled back to the bed where now Doron now waited for an explanation from his fathers tense and weary self, who put on his cloak and dressed Doron in black shorts and a green sweater then lifted him onto his shoulder and then rushed out of the low door ducking down not to hurt the boy.
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