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Ann [662]
3 years ago
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Cerrena [4.2K]3 years ago
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Explanation:

<u><em>The hero and storyteller, at the begin of the novel Bruno may be a nine-year-old boy living in Berlin amid World War II. His Father, a Nazi officer, at that point moves the family to Auschwitz, Poland…</em></u>

vfiekz [6]3 years ago
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Bruno

The protagonist and narrator, at the start of the novel Bruno is a nine-year-old boy living in Berlin during World War II. His Father, a Nazi officer, then moves the family to Auschwitz, Poland…

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