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Vegetarian?

No. I am just hungry and have nothing to eat. Would you like to have some with me?

It's a tempting offer but...I could just get you something else to eat. Wouldn't you prefer that?

*eyes you suspiciously* Yes. I would like this. What do you have?

What do you want? I can get it and bring it here.

I do not know what is good here. I will eat what you eat.

You are making this harder then it has to be. But alright. I'll be back.

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*hands him a turkey sandwich* There. Put that in your mouth.

*looks up at him with a smile in his eyes* Thank you, kind sir. I do not have anything to repay you for you kindness. I am in your debt.

*takes bite* This turkey is very good.

*distractedly* Das ist eine Kleinigkeit. It's nothing.

*looks at the boy more closely* Where are you from?

I do not speak very much German, but I enjoy the little things.

I am from a town in Romania. But now I am The Angels. But you are supposed to say that in the tongue of the Spanish

The Angels?...*thinks, moving his lips silently* Ah. I see now. Like a riddle.

You remind me of someone. Not the way you look really, just your way. And not really even someone specific...you remind me of a place in time or...*shakes head* But I am not making sense.

What is your name?

No. Not a riddle. I am living in The Angels. But they are from Spain here. So they are named after that.

How can I remind you of a time? I am a person. I should remind you of a person, yes?

I am being called Jonas.

*is really thinking hard* I don't know very much Spanish I'm afraid. German, English, some Italian and French but...

You remind me of people I knew at a certain time. But I've been having a bit of trouble determining what time I'm in sometimes lately. Sometimes it is 1947, sometimes it is much later, sometimes it's earlier. It makes me a bit nauseous, to be honest.

Nice to me you, Jonas. I am Gabriel.

I am not thinking much anymore on my time. I do not think I can go back. I do not mind. The pink star scares me and they do not have those now.

It is nice to be meeting you, Gabriel.

You were in the camps?

Yes I was. I did not like them.

I would be surprised if you did! I am very, very sorry. That is...I can't imagine it. By the time they came for me, I had already left. They took my family though. I can't...I don't like to think about it.

I do not like to think about it either. They left only my father and I and my father did not make it. I am liking this time better. There are many distractions for me.