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Story of " Petit Pierrot"
My name is Pierrot. I am 9 years old. I live in Paris. I have very short hair because at this time children often get lice and there are no special shampoos.
At school we are given names so we have to wear a beret.
My name is Pierrot. I am 9 years old. I live in Paris. I have very short hair because at this time children often get lice and there are no special shampoos.
At school we are given names so we have to wear a beret.
In 1940, my father has been made prisoner by the Germans, and he has been sent to a camp in Germany. 
My mother, left on her own, has decided to send me back to my uncleís.
It is taking us ten days to walk from Paris to Caen.
My mother often cries because my father is in jail. 
From now on, I am going to stay in the country, in Normandy, for as long as the war lasts.

Habiba, Tatiana, Laure, Aurélie
 

I miss my mother, I am a little bit bored and my uncle has agreed to take me to Paris to see my mother. We are together in the train and sitting in front of me is a German man who is eating sweets. I am looking at him in an envious way. He realises it and gives me one. 
But my uncle grabs it immediately. He throws it through the window. It is a way for him to resist the enemy.

Hélène, Céline, Gaëlle, Elodie.
 

In Paris, in the schoolyard, I used to play football but now it is impossible because of our shoes. I am wearing clogs with a thick wooden sole and nails and we can neither run nor kick the ball with them because it hurts too much. So we replace football with other games. I have found a metallic box that used to contain German chocolates on a pile of rubbish. I picked it up and we use it to play hopscotch.
Really I shouldnít have picked it up because my parents refuse me to touch anything that comes from Germany. 

Elodie, Isabelle, Grégory, Assia.
 

Because of this war, we are becoming resourceful. Since we canít play football any longer I play marbles. I swap my marbles for my friend Davidís badge, because I am collecting badges and I donít have this one. I found out later that it is a Star of David and Jews were forced to wear it. One day I received a letter from my mother saying that David and his parents have been arrested. 
I have never seen him again; I donít even know what has become of him but I think he died in a concentration camp.

Charlie, Arnaud, Aurélie G, Alexis.
 

The teacher told us to bring a box. I brought a box of stock cube. It was to pick up the Colorado beetles because they eat potatoes and it was absolutely necessary to save the crops. When we finished collecting them we went back to class to do the dictation. As we were about to start it, we heard an alert. The teacher took us in the winding trench he had dug to protect us from shell splinters. 

Yohann, Adrien

 

At home I do various jobs. As we donít have any coffee any more, we take barley instead, and I am responsible for grinding it in the coffee mill. My uncle sharps his razor blade on a glass to make it last longer. My aunt tans her legs to make it look like she is wearing tights. I am responsible for painting the line behind her legs that looks like the stitching line. 
It is June 1944 when we are bombed from all sides. It is the D-Day landings. We will be freed, my father will eventually come out of the prisoner camp. I am happyÖ

Billy, Romain, Julien, Nathan.
 

Traduction Maud Revel
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