Short Essay: All Quiet On The Western Front

After a few days hiding in the house of Mr. Cura, it seemed that our crossing of the border would be as soon as possible since the controls and patrols of the Germans had intensified, therefore the priest this evening after his daily inspection of the fence along the stretch of the border told Claude that it’s time, should be ready in an hour. First, need to walk a distance of five hundred meters between the trees, along the Swiss border, to reach the site through which should cross under the fence of barbed wire, this done at the precise moment when the priest indicate us, it’s a delicate maneuver for the Germans had a guard post not distant from there, and they could clearly watched the place of our crossing. We begin walk among the trees,
Stayed for a moment all embracing Prince, my brothers, myself and Claude, afterwards slowly started walking in the middle of a meadow towards a house visible in the distance when suddenly appeared the farmer friend of the priest on the other side of the border who together with his wife drove us to his house and offer us a meal and hot tea. Aunt Esther would come looking for us the following day, they contacted her and would be responsible for all formalities for us to stay in Switzerland. That night slept in the farmer’s house, and explain the presence of Prince, a dog of the German train police. Not separated from us Prince insisted ,and they clarify to us that they also need to complete formalities in order to Prince also could stay in Switzerland. Could not sleep in my mind passing the joyous, memories of our last summer in Paris, the sweet smile of my mom, the Nanou soft singing when preparing meals in the kitchen, the strong voice of the grandfather explaining the history of France and I felt the loving and protective embrace of