He ducked his head go gather his strength. If he was going to get through the barbed wire on the top of the fence he would have to go through an world of pain. As he ducked he saw a short rug laying on top of another box. “That would be perfect to layover the wires,” Leon thought. After he rolled up and carried the rug onto the box stack, he stiffened up ready to jump. He swiftly and noiselessly spread the rug over the top of the barbed wire and rolled over it. He hit the ground with an slightly audible thud and hopped to his feet. At first Leon slowly stepped foot after foot, but he as time went by, he started to run. A second after he started his sprint he heard men yelling and a spotlight shone down onto him. Leon had no reason to expect his action would be met with violence, but as he reached the barbed fence on the other side of the blockade shots rang out. Leon grasped the fence to and tried to pull himself up, but a sharp pain throbbed in his side. He inspected the spot of pain with his hand and saw blood. As Leon's strength faded, he dropped onto his hands and knees, breathing heavily. Leon could see a group of soldiers heading his way and tried to get up but he was unable. He raised his hands and pleaded, “Please, I am just trying to get back to my home.” The soldiers started with blank expressions and lifted leon as if he were a dead body ready to be piled up. “Ahhhh!” Leon screamed as the bullet still lodged into his side scraped against his flesh. He was being carried back to the opening of the blockade, but the soldiers showed no inclination to take him to his destination, the East side of Berlin. As grew closer and closer to the opening, the crowds outrage grew louder and louder, seeing that Leon had been shot, and with the mistreatment that they were undergoing. The soldiers dumped Leon into the crowd, but nobody was able to get a hold of him as he fell. One man grabbed Leon’s arm to pull him out from under the gathering’s feet and started to drag him out. Leon looked up to see that it was a young soldier, one of the men guarding the front gate. The man yelled over the crowd, “let me see your wound!” Leon was unsure if he wanted to trust this person, still partly outraged by their actions.