The story of Vladimir
"So come on, and make the gun fire! Let's see what magic psychic powers you possess!""No, the gift I have isn't for entertainment.""Well it is now, and if you don't do it, I'll have you shot!"Vladimir was reluctant at first, he knew what it might lead up to but then realized that it was essential to his survival. So the gun fired with a loud bang and pushed back at the air that seemed to be holding it up from the recoil. It then hovered down softly to the desk where it had come from. The gun still smoking was being eyed by the master Ukinchakin of the camp."That will be all, take him back to his quarters and make sure he doesn't levitate a gun out of your belt buckle!" The soldiers then escorted Vladimir to his quarters, a small room in the prisoner part of the concentration camp that would have seemed almost luxurious to the other Jews who had to sleep in huts crammed with hundreds of people. Vladimir was lucky to have a room like his, only because he was a celebrity in Russia where he performed in theatres and shows displaying his psychic abilities. But despite this he still complained of his living quarters.It had been a week since his capture in Poland on the New Year's Eve. The year was
Once on one of his walks in the camp he saw a group of soldiers about to shoot a group of Jews standing next to their graves they had dug up just outside the camp. He, together with 40 000 other prisoners in the camp would be killed over the coming weekend. Then while entertaining the head of the camp during one of his weekly sessions, he discovered that in one week the Russians would be there and the general of the camp was planning a mass execution on orders from Hitler. "Shoot the air, shoot the air," he said to himself. The soldiers would then leave the area 3 days before the Russians arrived. The soldiers then walked away, but the people were still alive, a little stunned but alive and soon running away protected by the moonless night. According to an information from the soldiers, the Russians were closing in and the war was almost over. A storm came that night that wasn't forecast, some say that he created it. When the Russians came they found the generals, the soldiers and the other people who took part in the killings buried alive in the mass graves, all with the same cause of death, buried alive. "BANG, bang, bang!" the guns fired. now 1942, he had just arrived at the Breznov concentration camp on the east side of Germany. There was silence as he stood there untouched. "What do you want?""You stupid JEW! You did it, didn't you?" two guards came into his room half drunk with baseball bats.
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