“Leave me be you brute!” Leon exclaimed as he slowly crawled backwards. The soldier moved forwards again as if to offer his help again, but Leon showed what little aggression he had left and swatted. “Leave me!” Leon repeated angrily at the man. His hatred was not pointed specifically to this soldier, but the whole of the men stationed at the blockade and and the men who gave the orders to have them stationed there. Painfully Leon propped himself up onto a wall and grabbed a long plank of wood nearby to use as a makeshift crutch. He slowly winced across the street moving for a couple of blocks. He reached a point where he couldn’t move anymore. “Are you alright?” a high pitch voice squeaked outside of the view of Leon. Leon strained his head to turn around and saw a small boy peering out from the corner of the block. “Come here,” Leon beckoned , but the child didn’t budge.Leon pleaded, “Please help me child, I have been shot and need to get somewhere so I can be treated.” The boy slowly stepped over to leon and helped prop him up. Leon Noticed that the boy helped him very marginally and was more of a nuisance that a help, but he appreciated the attempt. “Where are your parents?” Leon asked the child. He looked and pointed at the direction of the blockade. “Oh you too,” Leon answered with a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Do you know where I could get help? It’s ok, you can stay with me.” The two of them passes a house with a door open and lights on and yelled inside, “Hello, Could you point us to where we could get some medical attention. A women with black hear and a thin body walked out into the doorframe. “What do you need?” she asked, then saw the blood coming from Leons open gunshot wound. “Oh my, come in I’ll see what I can do.” She brought Leon and the child into a kitchen and had Leon lay down on a table. She started searching through drawers and came out with a plethora of field medic supplies. She reached for a pair of medical pliers to pry out the bullet still in his side, but she stopped and grabbed a bottle. “Here drink some of this,” the lady ordered. It was vodka and it left a grimous on Leon’s face that stayed throughout the operation. She worked very delicately and in no time the bullet was out. “I am Gertrude,” the lady explained. “I am very grateful for you Gertrude,” thanked Leon. “Could you possibly give us a room to sleep in tonight? Neither of us have a place to sleep.” Leon asked. A look of confusion crossed Gertrudes face, “What happened, are you homeless, you don’t look like it.” Leon explained the events of his day and his thoughts of what was happening. He also explained the situation with his new friend, the child. Gertrude agreed to let them stay the night and in the morning they heard news of a wall that had been put up overnight around East berlin, trapping the inhabitants. Although they were trapped, Gertrude, Leon, and the child enjoyed each other's company very much. They lived in East Berlin happily, until November 9th 1989 when Leon and Gertrude married and the gates to both cities opened for everyone. Leon and Gertrude found the family of the young boy and moved out of Berlin.
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