A story of death from Death's point of view

The strange but true ways of the little book thief

The first book was stolen from snow, the second from fire, when she came to write her story, she would wonder exactly when the books and words started not just to mean something, but everything.
The first book was stolen from snow, the second from fire, when she came to write her story, she would wonder exactly when the books and words started not just to mean something, but everything.
Her father was a communist, they were boarding houses crammed with people, rooms filled with questions, that strange word there somewhere...
Her father was a communist, they were boarding houses crammed with people, rooms filled with questions, that strange word there somewhere...
standing in the corner watching from the dark. One day, the woman was taken away for questioning. She didn't come back.
standing in the corner watching from the dark. One day, the woman was taken away for questioning. She didn't come back.
Her mother was constantly sick and there was never any money to fix her. The girl knew that. But that didn't mean she had to accept it.
Her mother was constantly sick and there was never any money to fix her. The girl knew that. But that didn't mean she had to accept it.
No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.
No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.
Nothing changed the fact that she was a lost, skinny child in another foreign place.
Nothing changed the fact that she was a lost, skinny child in another foreign place.
Alone. She wandered around till the stars were dragged down into the waters of the German sky. Nazi Germany was her birthplace.
Alone. She wandered around till the stars were dragged down into the waters of the German sky. Nazi Germany was her birthplace.
"Why shouldn't I want to be black person or Jew or anyone else who is...not us?" She constantly asked.
"Why shouldn't I want to be black person or Jew or anyone else who is...not us?" She constantly asked.
Her foster father's face, it travelled and wondered but it disclosed no answers. Not yet.
Her foster father's face, it travelled and wondered but it disclosed no answers. Not yet.
She was a girl made of darkness and it was anger and dark hatred that had fuelled her desire to steal the books she wanted to read.
She was a girl made of darkness and it was anger and dark hatred that had fuelled her desire to steal the books she wanted to read.
She hated to be always silent, always alone, no words, not once.
She hated to be always silent, always alone, no words, not once.
She knew, one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life and death to more death.
She knew, one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life and death to more death.
Some people call it destiny, I would call it  'a path leading to an opportunity not to be missed.'
Some people call it destiny, I would call it 'a path leading to an opportunity not to be missed.'
She loved the fact here reading and writing would soon be on the verge of something respectable.
She loved the fact here reading and writing would soon be on the verge of something respectable.
All of this resulted in some form of contentment, she was ready to approach the concept of 'Being Happy' in spite of horrors happening around her.
All of this resulted in some form of contentment, she was ready to approach the concept of 'Being Happy' in spite of horrors happening around her.
It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand but the night that had blocked the way.
It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand but the night that had blocked the way.
She realised that she was only victim of circumstance, living in a world full of darkness but she was not beaten.
She realised that she was only victim of circumstance, living in a world full of darkness but she was not beaten.
Then her foster father gave her answer. Neighbours spat on his feet: "We knew it, you dirty Jew-lover."
Then her foster father gave her answer. Neighbours spat on his feet: "We knew it, you dirty Jew-lover."
None of it moved him in the slightest. He was waiting for Gestapo to come.
None of it moved him in the slightest. He was waiting for Gestapo to come.
"Are you not scared?" The girl asked.
"Are you not scared?" The girl asked.
"I am just a man." He replied. "You are more than that." She shook her head.
"I am just a man." He replied. "You are more than that." She shook her head.
Her stolen books taught her well, she knew now that everyone, white, Jew or black is just a man, and yet more than that...
Her stolen books taught her well, she knew now that everyone, white, Jew or black is just a man, and yet more than that...
and because of that we can all have a second chance...a chance to start over again and survive...
and because of that we can all have a second chance...a chance to start over again and survive...
She remembered from her childhood making three separated towers of dominoes. Together, with her friends they would tap one and watch everything...
She remembered from her childhood making three separated towers of dominoes. Together, with her friends they would tap one and watch everything...
that was so carefully planned collapse and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.
that was so carefully planned collapse and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.
They watched them fall until all the towers were brought to its knees. They all cheered. Now, she is the only one left. Their friends' life rugs were snatched from under their sleeping feet.
They watched them fall until all the towers were brought to its knees. They all cheered. Now, she is the only one left. Their friends' life rugs were snatched from under their sleeping feet.
There was only her now and she was writing a book down that she hoped we would read one day...and learn that there is no beauty in destruction.
There was only her now and she was writing a book down that she hoped we would read one day...and learn that there is no beauty in destruction.
Watching recently the play by Tim Winton: 'Rising Water' I remember the little girl from 'The Book Thief' story and her message.
Watching recently the play by Tim Winton: 'Rising Water' I remember the little girl from 'The Book Thief' story and her message.
Set on the eve of Australia Day three Australians are forced to delve into who they are how they got to where they are...
Set on the eve of Australia Day three Australians are forced to delve into who they are how they got to where they are...
It was not until 1935 that all the states and territories used the term 'Australia Day' to mark that date. It's our largest national day of celebration. Or is it?
It was not until 1935 that all the states and territories used the term 'Australia Day' to mark that date. It's our largest national day of celebration. Or is it?
For 47 percent of Australians Australia Day is a lamentation of White Settlement and our very white culture. For our Indigenous community Australia Day represents the beginning of destruction...
For 47 percent of Australians Australia Day is a lamentation of White Settlement and our very white culture. For our Indigenous community Australia Day represents the beginning of destruction...
and is referred to as 'Invasion Day' or 'Survival Day'. It seems that more and more we see images and hear stories of Australia Day being the one-day in the year where we can be racist...
and is referred to as 'Invasion Day' or 'Survival Day'. It seems that more and more we see images and hear stories of Australia Day being the one-day in the year where we can be racist...
violent alcoholics and not be judged by others because we are showing our national pride and doing our patriotic duty.
violent alcoholics and not be judged by others because we are showing our national pride and doing our patriotic duty.
Tim Winton ponders: "Is there anywhere else in the world as white as this? Have you ever seen a town so waxed and polished and pastel and pasteurised-like a beautiful, cold pint of milk-so tidy and safe?"
Tim Winton ponders: "Is there anywhere else in the world as white as this? Have you ever seen a town so waxed and polished and pastel and pasteurised-like a beautiful, cold pint of milk-so tidy and safe?"
Whiteness. That's why they are here, and that's what Australia Day represents for some people, it remains a day of division for many of us...
Whiteness. That's why they are here, and that's what Australia Day represents for some people, it remains a day of division for many of us...
Australia Day is meant to draw us together and be a day for all Australians to enjoy. But is it?
Australia Day is meant to draw us together and be a day for all Australians to enjoy. But is it?
One Australian occupies the old sloop, another the sleek ocean-going yacht calls his home and the last one is sandwiched between the two in a run-down sailboat.
One Australian occupies the old sloop, another the sleek ocean-going yacht calls his home and the last one is sandwiched between the two in a run-down sailboat.
Only loosely tethered to shore but never ready to set sail, these three Australians are live-aboards in a Fremantle Marina.
Only loosely tethered to shore but never ready to set sail, these three Australians are live-aboards in a Fremantle Marina.
Their boats are docked side by side and the boat's occupants are from different backgrounds and walks of life. It provides a rare insight into one of the few remaining places in Australia where people from different backgrounds live so close...
Their boats are docked side by side and the boat's occupants are from different backgrounds and walks of life. It provides a rare insight into one of the few remaining places in Australia where people from different backgrounds live so close...
They are in a limbo of their own making, caught between the promise of land and the mysterious lure of sea...just like many of their fellow Australians....
They are in a limbo of their own making, caught between the promise of land and the mysterious lure of sea...just like many of their fellow Australians....

The colour black, red and white and all the colours between

The colours of a day

black is at its beginning

and end...

The darkest moment

before the dawn

death is on hand

to see

our greatest crimes

and miseries,

our fight for survival

and endless grief.

Next comes something white

of the blinding kind,

a story of human courage,

friendship,

love.

A day merges

through a multitude

of shades,

with each passing moment

a single hour

consists

of thousands

of different colours,

waxy yellows

full of cruelty,

followed by

cloud-spat blues

of human honesty,

sprinkled

with warm orange

of kind sincerity

suddenly lost again

in a murky darkness

of war...

red

is the last colour

you may see.

A young Australian

of a German blood

listen to his parents' stories

of cities on fire

and Jews being marched

to concentrations camps.

Munich's burning sky

cries from his Mother's tired eyes.

His Father,

a sole survivor

on enemy side

the one

left behind,

never talks

about

being whipped

on a street

for giving

a starving Jewish man,

being marched to Dachau,

a piece of bread.

The bread

was

stripped away,

the taker of the bread

sank to his knees

shot dead.

The giver of the bread

spat on

and ridiculed

by his fellow German citizens,

wanted to survive

just like the Jew

on the other side,

but there was no point

to explain this

to the Americans.

He walked to Dachau

after its liberation

only to be denied

and criticised

for his inaction.

He was again

on wrong side.

And yet he survived.

Crumbling

amongst

the jigsaw puzzle

of realisation,

despair and surprise

and guilt that never ceases,

He drove a taxi

in Sydney

for the rest of his migrant's life,

watching drivers

on both sides

passing him

every day

seeing Hitlers and killers,

freedom fighters

and Jew-lovers,

among them,

waiting for their opportunity,

to show

'their true colours'

once another war starts.

There is no wrong

and there is no right,

life looses its worth

in times of war

and yet

there is nothing

we cherish more.

Why to fight then

and what for?

A young Australian

of a German blood

with eyes full of the best blue

of the perfect sky,

tried to imagine

the grey and gloomy sky

of his parents' lives,

he walked back down to Munich street

in his dreams

but nothing was left,

there was no recovery

from what happened

in forties

in the last century.

He imagined the world as a factory,

the sun stirs it,

the humans rule it,

humanly in time of peace

and inhumanly otherwise.

And Death remains.

He carries them away

in both times.

The death,

haunted by humans,

by their beauty in their brutality,

in their gloriously ugly times

living in a world so damningly brilliant.

Who else was there to tell the story of his parents

from the World War II,

the war that never cease to shame our hearts and mind?

The war story in red, black and white,

and all the colours between.

The start was snow,

the time had come,

for one,

in 1939.

She was nine years old,

soon to be ten.

Her little brother was dead.

The first book was stolen from his grave.

The next day was grey,

the colour of Munich.

Curtains of rain

were drawn around her,

The girl was sent to foster home.

Like soft silver melting

his manner

the quiet air around him,

he came every night

and sat with her,

to soothe the terror of her dreams.

Everything about her

was undernourished,

a starving smile

upon seeing

her foster father's eyes

made of kindness.

She opened her first stolen book

and he taught her to read.

Ten years old meant Hitler Youth,

wearing brown uniforms

and marching, marching, marching

back to the Amper River

that flanked the town

pointing in the direction of Dachau,

the concentration camp.

At the end of another grey

school day,

it began to rain,

nice and hard,

a culmination of misery

swept over her,

she crouched in the gutter

and wept.

Rudy, her best friend,

stood next to her

looking down.

World War II began,

but they were not aware of that.

They followed the road of yellow stars,

some people were moving around,

the drizzle made them look

like ghosts,

the shapes moving about

beneath the lead-coloured clouds.

Only in the years ahead

would they understand

it all,

when it was too late

to bother

understanding anything.

German flags

everywhere

showed unflinching support

for Hitler,

everywhere

but her foster house.

The second book

she stole

from the fire,

that burnt for weeks

and Jewish literature had disappeared.

A German girl made of darkness

met a Jewish boy made of misery,

hiding in their basement

for another four years.

In 1943

a 14-year old girl

is writing into a small dark book,

she is bony and strong

and has seen many things.

Her silver father

sits

with the accordion

at his feet,

their secret Jewish visitor

hiding behind some sheets.

Another grey school day

had finished.

They rode home on rusty bikes,

her and her friend Rudy,

they rode home a couple of miles,

from summer to autumn

from a quiet night

to the noisy breath

of the bombing of Munich.

The Germans in basements

were pitiable

How many had actively persecuted others,

high on the scent of Hitler's gaze,

did they deserve any better

than die in a raid?

Was the hider of a Jew also responsible?

While everyone was holding the hand of another

in a cellar,

the hidden Jew went out,

the first time in twenty-two months,

stealing a glimpse of the sky.

The long walks to Dachau

in smoky colours

they watched the Jews

come down the road,

stars of David,

plastered on their shirts,

their suffering faces reached across to them,

pleading not so much for help,

they were beyond that.

On the ration cards of Nazi Germany

there was no listing

for punishment,

but everyone

had to take their turn.

For some,

it was death in a foreign country

during fighting,

for others,

it was poverty and guilt,

when the war was over

and six million grizzly discoveries were made.

God please, don't send my father to Russia,

she said.

It was a sign of the German army's growing

desperation,

to punish those who helped the helpless

and those

who refused to let go

of their children.

The sky was white-horse grey.

The danger melt into one.

Powder and smoke.

And the gusty flames.

People roaming through the fog,

names limped through the ruptured streets,

sometimes ending with an ash-filled embrace

or a knelt-down howl of grief.

The corpse was face-down.

It lay in a blanket of powder and dust,

holding its ears

not to hear any more bomb raids.

It was Rudy,

the boy of her age

and the best friend she ever had.

Her silver eyed father lied next to him.

The spoken truth of the book thief:

I guess I am better at leaving things behind

than stealing them.”

The sky began to charcoal towards light,

while she shouted, veiled and cried.

She was holding desperately on the words

that had saved her life:

'The Book thief and the word shaker'

a small collection of thoughts

from a Jewish boy

for a German girl,

in which house I was hidden once.

“Word shaker?”

She wondered aloud:

The best word shakers

were those

who understood

the true power of words.

She made an effort to smile

and goes on reading....

The world was deteriorating fast

around her,

blood was bleeding through

in the aftermath of the snow of Stalingrad.

Sometimes humans have the good sense to die.

What good were the words?”

She asked people constantly:

Without them, there wouldn't be

limping prisoners,

no need for consolation

or worldly trick to make us feel better,

without words,

the fuhrer was nothing.”

There was no answer

from the people passing by,

just a present from the Mayor's wife,

a little black book,

the notebook to write.

Don't punish yourself,”

She heard her to say,

but there would be punishment and pain,

and there would be happiness too.

That was writing.

The Book Thief – Last Line:

I have hated the words and I have loved them,

and I hope I have made them right.”

Outside the world whistled.

The rain was stained.

Almost all the words are fading now.

The black book is disintegrating

under the weight of her travels through life,

but the three things remain:

the human resilience,

the power of hope

and the last colour black.

Markus Zusak 'The Book Thief'

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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina

Wow, this is powerful stuff. I never heard of the novel, "The Book Thief" but you've done a great job of making the reader of your hub want to explore this novel further. Great hub.


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Happy you liked it my dear fellow hubber, just finished writing it, I like to promote our great Australian writers:)


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Eternal Evolution 5 years ago from kentucky

Wow very good and very powerful. I tip my hat to you, excellent hub.


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my fellow hubber, happy you liked it:)


credence2 5 years ago

Beata,

A personal reflection of a very dark time in our history, bringing it to us in ways that we cannot turn our heads from. This is an account from one who had experienced and lived through the events directly?

Thanks Cred2


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Chatkath 5 years ago from California

Absolutely captivating Beata - as usual, I can feel your words, they touch me and I see the colors as you describe the unimaginable horrors and pain experienced during this era. You have captured this so well and with such grace and respect. Unforgettable story told from your heart and soul.


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lmmartin 5 years ago from Alberta and Florida

I loved "The Book Thief" and what a fitting tribute you've given it. Lynda


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cobrien 5 years ago from Georgia

Very, very unique. Great hub and a nice change!


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you my dear fellow hubbers, it was a tragic time very close to my heart as many members of my family lived, died or barely survived the wars...my childhood was shadowed by the horrors of wars and that is something no one can forget...


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Kamalesh050 5 years ago from Sahaganj, Dist. Hooghly, West Bengal, India

Wonderful hub and so powerful. Very nicely presented.

Well done. Keep up your good work.

Best Wishes.


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you dear kamalesh, have been travelling recently around Europe and haven't written anything in ages, thinking about translating some original Eastern European novel in poem's form....but see I go with time...all the best from Beata


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edmob1 5 years ago from United Kingdom

Hi came back here after thinking about 899 more days of seige and started reading "Life and Fate" again.Hope your enjoying my continent.


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

thanks for abandoning your seige and stopping by, enjoying your continent very much:)


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maven101 5 years ago from Northern Arizona

Heart-wrenching , painfully intimate, ultimately inspiring...Thank you for this portrait of human tragedy overcome through human resilience and a sustained hope...

Voted up, way up, and beautiful... Larry


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you Larry, happy you liked it:)


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Vinaya Ghimire 5 years ago from Nepal

I loved the story of a book thief. And your poem left me dreaming for a while.


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

I love dreaming so there is nothing more satisfying for me than to share dreaming with others...similar minded, creative souls....happy you are one of them...all the best my new friend:)


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makusr 5 years ago from India

Beata Stasak,

Greetings from MAKUSR. You told an amazing story. I have been a student of history and read it in detail. The story of revenge which began from great Bismark declaring the birth of German nation from the great hall of Versailles Palace ended with the death of Hitler in his bunker. In between humans and humanity suffered. Unfortunately some who were caught in the crossfire suffered just because they happened to be there. You've brought the story well.

Lots of Love,

MAKUSR


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you dear Makusr, it is great feeling to be praised by a student of history...I like the words of one of the soldiers from World War II:" I used to be rather keen on history myself, by which I mean I enjoyed reading it. right now, I feel rather differently. When the times are out of joint it is brought uncomfortably home to you that history is true and that unfortunately you are are a part of it. I'd rather like to go back to fantasising about it." His words summons it perfectly, don't you think?


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LABrashear 5 years ago from My Perfect Place, USA

I LOVED how unique this was. I haven't seen anything like it yet on HP. I didn't know if I should read the actual hub or captions under the pictures or both (read both, but am going to read again.) Beautiful words, beautiful pics, wonderful hub. UP!


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

This is the best way I can express myself and I am happy you like it, we all have to find our own way ...to be truly ourselves, sometimes it takes some time to find your original, unique way...but it is the most satisfying:)


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Green Lotus 5 years ago from Atlanta, GA

I agree with LABrashear - this is so unique to HubPages - a very powerful and beautifully presented work of art.


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my dear new follower for encouraging me to express myself the way I feel suit me the best:)....all the best with your hubbing and hopefully I will hear from you again:)


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feenix 5 years ago

Hello, Beata Stasak,

This post is an awesome work of art that delivers a powerful message and that tells a story that needs to be heard by all.


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Stephanie Henkel 5 years ago from USA

This is the first hub of yours that I've read, and I'm stunned by its powerful beauty. As time puts distance between WWII and the present, it's easy for some of us to forget what people lived through. Your unique way of expressing it is very beautiful.


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you for believing with me, that there are stories that need to be repeated and repeated from different perspectives until we finally get the message, but do we? Hopefully yes, before it is too late...thank you my dear new HP followers for taking your time to stop by and happy it was worthwhile for you:)


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Nikkij504gurl 5 years ago from Louisiana

Words can sometimes be more powerful than actions, when spoken from the right (or wrong) mouth. Great poem and hub. and amazing, sorrowful yet hopeful story of a time when the world was torn apart. i love how you told the story around the stolen books and the book thief and about colors and a german girl and a jewish boy. very moving.


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suzettenaples 5 years ago from Taos, NM

Wow! I have to read "The Book Thief" This is really a great poem, epic poem, that you write here. It really is moving to the reader and I can feel the emotions of despair/hope, good/evil, youth/old - you really have captured a lot here. I have been to Dachau - it is a place of healing and remembrance now, but I know how horrible it was. I lived in Germany for a year in the '80"s, and so learned a lot about the people and the holocaust. Excellent writing - voted up!

Also, beautiful photos to accompany this poem, and so appropriate!


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

It is a great book, very close to my heart, Markus Zusak and Tim Winton are our great Australian authors and I hope I have done some justice to their stories:) Happy to promote them and very happy you find it useful:) Their message is powerful and up to date, hopefully we will learn from it before it is too late:)


jami l. pereira 4 years ago

Very powerful and emotionally captivating , i voted up and awesome and beautiful as well as interesting , thanks for the read !:)


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you so much jami...for your support and all the best with your hubbing:)


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tlmcgaa70 4 years ago from south dakota, usa

this was incredible to read, very descriptive and expressive and powerful. it is clear you have a gift. without strong empathy for your fellow human, you could not write such work as this. i look forward to reading more of your work.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Dear timcgaa, we all have different gifts to share with our fellow humans, I am happy to share mine and even happier if it is useful to someone:)....happy hubbing my dear fellow hubber and hopefully you come back again:)


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Seeker7 4 years ago from Fife, Scotland

This is a wonderful example of excellence with words and creating powerfulimages with words.

It is a sad story but there is so much hope within it as well. The pain, evil and darkness of those killing times should never be forgoteen and I can't think of a better way to remember and honour those who suffered than your beatiful work here.

Voted up + awesome!

Ps - I sent fan mail by mistake before sending a message in it. I had meant to write that it was great to hear from another nature lover and especially one from the very beautiful 'Down Under'!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Happy to hear my fellow nature lover and even happier you have found my work interesting and worthwhile to stop by:)....words are very powerful human tools and can be used to destroy or to create...'all nature and beauty lovers' use them to create:)...wishing you many, many great words' creations and looking forward hearing from you again:)


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molometer 4 years ago from Cambridgeshire, England

What a fascinating story. The point you make about not being on the right side. I think many people think like this in times of conflict. What is the right thing to do? It is very easy to condemn people who want to survive from the benefit of hindsight that the comfort of time gives us. Thank you for writing this, it is something that is often overlooked. All were victims.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you dear 'molometer' for your kind response and yes, you are right: 'In the time of conflict, everything is grey and all are victims...there is no winner in war...hopefully once we realise it full and there will be no more conflicts that benefit no one:)


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smbunlimited 4 years ago from Washington

Wow! wonderful, though provoking, I really was moved!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Happy you liked it my new follower and your time spent with me was not totally wasted:)....all the best with your future hubbing and stop by again:)


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jimagain 4 years ago from Hattiesburg, Mississippi

What a compelling inside look in this tumultuous time of history? What a stark contrast between courage and despair and cruelty and kindness? I was both apalled and enthralled.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you 'jimagain'...then I have done something right...words are very powerful, words can destroy or create...I would love to create a better world with my words by making my readers think, feel, reflect on ...thank you for stopping to 'see the world through my eyes'


Aka Professor M 4 years ago

@Beata Stasak: An Absolutely Impressive and thoroughly riveting way of advertising a reviewed book, Beata. Your obvious talent at descriptive narration is quite evident here.

I will now put the reading of that Novel by Markus Zusak 'The Book Thief'on my must read list! Your amazing review in your own unique style has indeed got me thinking about the source of its incredible inspiration, Beata!

Voted this up and Pushed those buttons that applied as well! Regards Mike (Aka Professor M!) ;D


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you Mike for your encouraging and genuine comment and I am enormously happy that my reflection (don't want to call it review, as people have very exact and precise definitions for every piece of writing and often I feel that my writings are somewhere between....) beckons you to pick Markus Zusak's great book...especially because he is our own Australian talent:)...all the best from Beata


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thelyricwriter 4 years ago from West Virginia

This is absolutely impressive. You have created a masterpiece. voted up and well done. what a great concept of death.


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moonlake 4 years ago from America

Great hub so good. Thanks for becoming my fan I have also became yours. Vote Up.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my new Hub-friends, I am grateful you took up my invitation and stepped into my 'world of scattered images in my mind'.....if my words talked to you and stirred something inside you there is nothing more I can ask for ...thank you:)


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sweetoneangel 4 years ago from New Jersey

Wow very emotional hub, keep up the good work.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you 'sweet one angel' for your sweet and encouraging comment:)


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AmaTainted 4 years ago from Texas

very dramatic tale of heartache and perseverance. i had to read it twice as i was distracted by the photos. they tell a tale within the tale... lovely work of art and im looking forward to reading more.


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Hillbilly Zen 4 years ago from Kentucky

First, thank you for the mail and the follow, and how cool is it to meet a fellow water soul, especially one from Australia! Now...when I started this Hub, I felt the warmth that only a good writer can evoke in another writer - admiration for your imagery and your skill in weaving words. Then I began to feel the chill as I realized what this poem (and that's really such an inadequate word in this case) was about. I wanted to stop reading. Immediately..click away from the horror I knew was coming. But I could not, my new Aquarian friend...I simply could not. Your tapestry wrapped around me and held me captive until the last word. You are, quite simply, brilliant.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

dear my fellow hubbers...what else a writer can ask for? Your wonderful comments take my breath away...the time comes for me to write another poem:)

My fellow Aussie Aquarian...your imagination works like mine...I write the words but you make them alive:)


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Fraser Soul 4 years ago from Bloomfield, CT

Beata Stasak,

Words are powerful; the words you have written in this hub have touched my heart for the young girl in this story. Without writers and poets we would never of heard of the Atrocities of men like Hitler. Life and death is in the power of the tongue; perhaps that's why words are not spoken when we are faced with hopeless atrocities by man. Its the inspiration of God's Holy Spirit that we can write of righteousness and correct a wrong with the beauty of a story such as you have written. I'm so glad that Heaven have no colors only spirit and truth. God bless you!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you 'Fraser Soul' for your beautiful words....be blessed your writing and your warm and kind heart:)


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rosettaartist1 4 years ago from United Kingdom

Emotive work indeed.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my dear fellow hubber for stopping by and happy your visit was worthwhile...happy to hear from you again...


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epigramman 4 years ago

....an epic poetic manifesto which almost took my breath away but I've got enough in me (I think) to post this most beautiful expression of words to my Facebook page with a direct link back here and say to the world:

NOW HERE ..... IS A WRITER!!!!!!!!

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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Dear Epi...reading so kind and encouraging words from the 'REAL POET' makes me very, very HAPPY...thank you my dear fellow hubber, it urges me to write more and more...unfortunately 'real work' calls...but hopefully soon:)


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Sky9106 4 years ago from A beautiful place on earth.

As I too tip my hat to you Beata Stasak, took me a moment, but that what all the great hubs do, commands that moment you took to read it. My pleasure.

Blessings and Give Thanks and as the sincere one epigramman would say "Irie Man"


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

What a great message 'Sky9106', my hubs contain just empty words and blind images...the people who enter my 'hub world' and take the time and effort to read them are the ones who give 'power to my words and make my images alive'...THANK YOU MY DEAR FELLOW HUBBER..you are one of them:)


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tom hellert 4 years ago from home

BTSK,

interesting different not my usual reading but worth the time

TH


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thanks Tom, happy you didn't stay under the bed..(following up the comment from Cyprian).I love open minded people just like you who are willing to read something different, give it a try....you don't need to like it, but it still can be worth of your time:)....thanks for stopping by and all the best my new friend...anyway how would you describe yourself as a wolf or a little pig (I don't think Snow White would be the best description of you, but maybe I am wrong:)


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tom hellert 4 years ago from home

btsk,

I am most described as a wolf-pig hybrid- able to huff n puff and still smart enough to build and seek shelter in times of danger... my bite is dangerous but iwould prefer peace and safety of home

I hate beinglocked out yet I have hair on my chinny chin chin....

i will give you honest answers yet they will likely be cryptic

TH

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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

What a great self-assessment...I wish everyone would be so honest with the inside-out or better to say outside-in characteristics...just a perfect example of a hero of our times:)


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WannaB Writer 4 years ago from Templeton, CA

I haven't been able to fully wrap my mind around this yet. Maybe it would help if I'd read the book. I have, however picked up the mood, the emotions. Maybe I will read the book when I have time.


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tom hellert 4 years ago from home

BSTK,

It is amazing what insite a person can muster after death-once you stop fearing your own mortality-the mind becomes clearer and crisper at times when you let it - "thinking hard leads to hard thought that harly comes to the one who thinks it."

TH


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Dear 'WannaB Writer', reading the book would surely help but also the background experience, being born in Czechoslovakia twenty years after the war to the family from the both sides 'of the fence' my childhood was spent listening to stories about dead and visiting their graves...take it just as an imaginative poem from the past, do not analyse, do not try to understand just let the words take to another place:)

Dear Tom, 'the near death experience' makes us 'more alive'...the paradox of life:)


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CMerritt 4 years ago from Pendleton, Indiana

Wow, what a wonderfully unique way to tell such a powerful story.


Derdriu 4 years ago

Beata Stasak: You are quite a word and image shaker in the way you guide us down a cultural, geographical, historical and literary path which is enriched by your uniquely captioned and photographed artistry.

Thank you for writing and sharing, voted up, etc.,

Derdriu


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow hubbers to write such a profound conclusion to my story:)


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amymarie_5 4 years ago from Chicago IL

Beata, you are a talented poet. This poem is so powerful and filled with so much emotion. I was moved by this. What a dark, tragic time in history that was.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you 'amymarie', it seems to happen long time ago and yet my mum was still influenced by war being born on the 'victory day' and struggling to survive in those dark 'after war' years... history tends to repeat itself but I believe people are more open-minded and inter-connected those days, one can only hope:)


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Mighty Mom 4 years ago from Where Left is Right, CA

You made me cry.

Nuf said.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my dear fellow hubber, there is nothing more writer can do:)

' I am made for happiness. I have to survive. But I can not survive without tasting the tears'.


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samsons1 4 years ago from Tennessee

Most beautiful and moving. Captivating and enthralling. Voted up and beautiful...


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my dear fellow hubber, happy you find it worth of your time:)


mathira 4 years ago

Neat and powerful hub.Good style and easy flow of thoughts


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my dear Mathira, so happy to like it....all the best with your hubbing my new friend and hopefully you will visit me again:)


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Doc Snow 4 years ago from Atlanta metropolitan area, GA, USA

Those long-distant days still cast long shadows, don't they?

On the 19th, I'll be singing and playing in concert--and the tones I bring forth will be shaped by the bullet that transected my father's knee in 1944--which means that it will shape a memory for someone now young, one that may last a very long time. That bullet will still be affecting things long after I'm gone. But I have some choice in just *how*--as did my father.

Thanks for what you've shaped for us here.

"Only a poet has the guts to think and feel at the same time." (Paraphrased from the poet character in Fritz Leiber's "The Big Time.")


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Great reflection on the bullet lost in your father's knee and your memory:) I believe writings is about sharing...you see this great Markus Zusak's book was the springboard for my thoughts in writing and images....and my reflection got you thinking...it is endless inspiration of creative minds...happy to be part of it...thanks for stopping by and hope you will come back again:)


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dungeonraider 4 years ago from United States

Beautiful hub. My father worked in factories in Deroit with immigrants from Germany after the war. Detroit had a large Jewish community at the time. Though what happened in Europe must have been on everyone's minds, I'm happy to say my hometown led the way into healing and understanding. I wish I could say the rest of my country was so quick to follow.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

My dear fellow hubber for every evil in the world there is double of goodness therefore I am optimistic about our future in spite of ' our recent effort to destroy our planet and the life as we know it ' ...maybe we are on the way to build a better world on the ruins of the old one:)

LIFE HAS TO BE LEARNT BACKWARDS BUT LIVE FORWARD..thank you again for visiting me and leaving such poignant comment:)


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psychicdog.net 4 years ago

really unique hub here - hubs that make us think..and feel - what matters is acts of kindness - yet to even have these condemned - how aweful - lest we forget!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow Aussie for stopping by...I am in correspondence with one of our Aussies fighting in Afghanistan and he wrote: "In all honesty and to be fair, war is war, and if you haven't been there you will never quite understand it." What I have got from that is that different rules apply in 'war times'...hopefully we will never experience it and will not have a need to apply those 'different rules'...hope hearing from you again:)


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sasanka7 4 years ago from Calcutta, India

Whenever I read the descriptions of holocaust, see the photographs of mass murder, genocide, war crimes in almost all over the world killing millions of civilians / POWs including women and children, it haunts me whether they were the civilized human being or beast. It is hard to believe that all the cultured nations were involved with those mass killing. Even a beast is refrained from hunting after fulfilling his appetite but man is the most exception… their thirst is infinite. John F. Kennedy has rightly said “Mankind must put an end to war, or war will put an end to mankind…” Seeing the warmongers in different parts of all over the present world it seems that we are inching towards the doomsday.

Very touchy hub. You have nicely narrated the story of death from death’s point of view.

Voted up + beautiful


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my dear fellow hubber for your insightful and well researched comment, I often feel that my reflections are only the springboard for the great ideas and thoughts that follow in comments at the end...your wonderful reflection on wars is not exception. I personally believe that people will never stop to be hungry for power and possessions that is the main reason behind all the wars..past and present...so we are 'doomed' but at least we have to write as much as we can about the horrors of wars...so the memories of those who suffered in them or lost their lives for no reason at all...WILL STAY WITH US...


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Minnetonka Twin 4 years ago from Minnesota

This is one of the most powerful hubs I've ever read. Your poetry is incredible even with the painful content. I wish there was no war and people could just get along.


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Marjatta 4 years ago

Amazing writing, Beata. My favorite author, Margaret Atwood, says, "A word after a word after a word is power." You truly know how to use words well and wisely to convey that which is almost impossible to explain. Thank you so much for sharing your gift.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you so much, my new fellow hubbers for taking on my invitation and stopping by on my hubpage, your encouraging comments are very important to me and I am very happy that 'my writings from heart' resonate with you...this is the only way I can write:)


bolt1951 4 years ago

Wow Beata,

there some times comes a moment in time when one is left speeachless, I could not stop reading til the end. And when ever that happens to me it has to be so intense that it consumes me, and this is one of those times Thank you so very much not only for the writing but for the awakening. There are many stories of these atrocities, yet it continues in many parts of the world

That is why I tend to see things in the complete opposite at time what we call animals are more human than humans are.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my dear 'bolt1951' for your heartfelt comment, in spite of this writing I feel confident in the victory of goodness over evil in us...us humans, we are full of contradictions...in one blink of eye we can hate or love...in one sweep of hand we kill or save...I believe that will come the time when we always decide for the latter one:)


bolt1951 4 years ago

Beata I understand you 100% and btw you can call me Raul

for you I consider will become a friend as time rolls along. Take care


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

I am sure we will, dear Raul...wishing you a great day wherever you are at this moment, life is full of surprises and unfortunatelly not only the ones we wish for... writing often helps me to get a perspective on a life and see the cup half full and not the half empty most of the time:)


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rutley 4 years ago from South Jersey

A perspective of huge proportions!

Wonderful!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you dear 'rutley' for your encouraging comment and happy that your visit was worthwhile, hopefully you come back again:)


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carolinemd21 4 years ago from Close to Heaven

WOW. This is amazing. Your use of photography and writing combined is wonderful.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Happy you liked it Caroline, it is the best way I can express my thoughts...looking forward to hear from you again:)


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E Padro 4 years ago from United States

Excellent hub, Beata. You reminded us of times of horrifying terror and injustice for millions of innocent people that should never be forgotten, including the ones who died trying to help them. We have to make sure that this never happens again, it's unspeakable, shameful and the worst criminal act that a human being can commit. I haven't read the book but I definitely will. I'm well informed of all the horror and tragedy of that time and reminding new generations of those criminal acts may help prevent similar ones in the future. You are an excellent writer who I admire very much. Thanks for caring.


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Alastar Packer 4 years ago from North Carolina

Beata, I once saw a photograph that seemed to say it all. Perhaps you've seen it, perhaps not. Your powerful words would go well with it. The photo was taken by a German photographer moments before a small group of Ukrainian Jews were shot. One middle-aged woman has her hand on the back of her neck as if to feel whats it like to be alive one last time: next is an older couple arm in arm with looks of dignity on their faces: then a young girl with a sweet innocent look that seems to say to the firing squad, you wouldn't shoot me would you: next an older man and probably his daughter side by side bowing up and down in what must be supplication to their God. And lastly a pretty young girl is on her hands and knees begging for mercy. In the distance a German soldier is walking away after placing targets on the people. His helmet hangs by his side, his head is bowed, and his face is full of shame. Thank you Beata.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you Alastar, your description says it all:)


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alipuckett 4 years ago

Wow. This is very thought provoking. Thank you for sharing!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

The best poems are those who stay with us for a long time, I am very happy your stopped by and hopfefully this piece of writing will stay with you for some time as well....


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THEHuG5 4 years ago

You are a very talented writer this is something to be proud of! I liked how you used visuals as well. Keep up the great work Beata Stasak :)


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my dear new fellow hubber with a beautiful and optimistic smile, I will keep writing and hopefully my hubs will keep up with your expectation:)...all the best in 2012 and looking forward to hear from you again...


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dadibobs 4 years ago from Manchester, England

Wow, possibly the longest poem i have ever read!

You show such ability to set the mood, create a visual aspect and bring in different elements.

Awesome Poet!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Very grateful that you managed to read it to the end and happy you have been rewarded for it...will try to write shorter pieces in the future, hopefully I will succeed:)


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dadibobs 4 years ago from Manchester, England

NoNoNo lol, you go wherever the flow takes you lol!


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ChrisIndellicati 4 years ago from New York, NY

Wow that was a real epic and visual poem. Voted up interesting and beautiful :)


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Happy you liked it, Chris, it is an old story but reinvented by a creative and young author and it sounds just right...timeless and fresh. I had wished before at least some of his talent would brush on me and then I realised each of us might bring something new and fresh to his story and this way make it alive...forever:)


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bmukherjii 4 years ago

Your words are truly powerful. The photographs with your poem are completely mesmerizing.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my new follower, happy your visit was worthwhile:)


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hecate-horus 4 years ago from Rowland Woods

Nice hub, I really love the pictures!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my fellow hubber, happy you liked it...hopefully you stop by on my hubs again:)


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SonQuioey10 4 years ago from Williamston NC

Love your hub. The pictures are awesome.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you for visiting me and hopefully you stop by again:)


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krsharp05 4 years ago from 18th and Vine

Beata, this is even more moving than the last. I'm definitely going to be a regular on your hub site.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Welcome to 'my creative corner of my mind'...more people, more purposeful for me writing is:) All the best my new passionate reader with your hubbing and looking forward to hear from you soon....


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ginjill ashberry 4 years ago

It's beautiful.. Thank you for it.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Happy you liked it, ginjill and wish you beautiful day:)


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livingpah2004 4 years ago from USA

What a beautiful story of 'The Book thief and the word shaker'. I loved each moment reading it. Thanks for posting it. Voted up!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

It is a powerful story and I am very happy to introduce it to as many people as possible, it is one of those inspirational pieces of life, that has to be read and pondered about:)


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Anjili 4 years ago from planet earth, a humanoid

A must read for lovers of books. You gave it a fitting and well deserved tribute. Makes one feel like you should have gone on and on. Nice share. voted up


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, Anjili, the great writing inspires us and make us write and write...although we can never achieve the level of a great writer, the least we can do is to recomend his or her achievement for others:)


lynn1852 3 years ago

I cant tell a lie I wanted to speed read and say what a great job, but I couldn't, It captured me and wouldn't let go, So I read it reel slow and savored every word, Thank you Beata this is indeed a great hub.


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

It is a great honour to me, lynn, I know how busy we live in our over speeding world surrounded by words on every turn..so if I manage to stop you for a moment on your track to rush somewhere I feel for a minute that my writing is worth of something...thank you for that:) B


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carlajbehr 3 years ago from NW PA

Thoughtful hub and beautiful pictures. Thank you for checking my hubs out and am grateful to have found yours.... cjb


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carlajbehr 3 years ago from NW PA

Thoughtful hub and beautiful pictures. Thank you for checking my hubs out and am grateful to have found yours.... cjb


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you carlajbehr for your kind response and double one, just like a double scoop of icecream, all the best my fellow hubber, and thank you for stopping by:)...B

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