"I..." He struggled to answer. "When everything was quiet, I went to the corridor and the curtain in the living room was open just a crack... I could see outside. I watched, only for a few seconds." He had not seen the outside world in twenty-two months.
There was no anger or reproach.
It was Papa who spoke.
"How did it look?"
Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment.
"There were stars," he said. "They burned my eyes."
-(Markus Zuzak)
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