When I was younger, I remember it was a cold dark night when my parents were captured during the second world war. I was only six years old. I had to move to Italy to live with my oldest Aunty. 


Eleven years have passed, it was now a week after my 18th birthday and I’m on an adventure to find my parents. 


I heard them before I saw them, the laughing of the German soldiers and even a couple of gunshots in the distance. 


So I quickly hid behind an abandoned farm school. I left when their evil voices disappeared …