Prompt C

I walked through what was now a barren city of broken buildings. Searching. Food, water, anything would be a blessing. After searching a while I finally found a can. It dawned on me, I had no way to open it. So the searching began again. I came across tools for a fire place. It took all my strength to pick the tools up, let alone try to open the can with them. I struck the lip of the can for a few minutes, slowly opening it. One wrong strike and the can was on the floor. It rolled away, leaking the contents of the can, but a far more frightening sight came to me as i looked up. A German soldier, standing on the stairs, watching me. My heart sank. "What do I do?" I thought to myself. We both stood in silence for a few moments, both astonished. He proceeded to question me about what I was doing, if I was Jewish, where I was hiding, and my occupation. I explained to him that I was a pianist and he made me play him something. I was nervous, but if I messed up I'm sure he wouldn't believe me, so I started off slow, it took me a while to get the hang of playing again because of how malnourished I had been. After a few minutes of warming up I began playing faster and faster. I was in my place of peace. It felt like it was just me and the piano, no one could ruin the peaceful state I was in. I played my heart out. After I was done playing the German soldier was amazed. He realized that the people they are killing are real people, they have jobs, they are real and amazing people. He felt as if I didn't deserve being killed, he knew it was the wrong thing to do, so he went against what his orders would be. He helped me. A German, helped a Jew. I was amazed as well as thankful. He brought me food to where I was hiding every once in a while until they had been pushed out by the Russians. A German soldier, helped a Jew.