Bruno and Shmuel, excessively touching story of friendship between two boys of 9 years both rolled by history. The innocence of children sacrificed - and by extension their parents - is here illustrated by a beautifully written novel, structured and readable. Expressing absolute violence without reading a single word, while suggestion. Very strong and powerful! Simple vocabulary, punchy and staging camped protagonists of an extraordinarily well-made fashion. On one side or the other of this atrocious inhuman and insane barrier World War II, even worse, Auschwitz incredible and terrifying place where probably the worst of what humans could inflict on his next, these two boys live in two diametrically opposite backgrounds and should never have to meet one day. Bruno the son of a German family ("high" and which that of s (ai) lords!) Schumel, little boy lost in the storm and to disappear in it like all his family meet on the scene the same craziest genocide in history. Nothing can stop their friendship, nor adults (especially not) nor the events, their friendship will go to its shocking but relentlessly logical end. A tale beautifully rendered in detail, served by a wonderful pen to a hymn to life. Terrible reading, we experience an infinite tenderness for them, hoping every second they can be both free of their feelings, emerge victorious from the supreme test. And somewhere, it will. Unfortunately. For them as for many millions more. This ode to friendship, to the purity of children never harmed and destroyed by the savagery of adults in a cursed time, leaves a feeling of horror. How this could be done? The whole story fits perfectly, is found in other novels as argument also. How to account for lindicible? This novel succeeds in all modesty, I found it really hard and at the same time filled with a wonderful life lesson: the heart is always more madness since being itself can survive there. Since then I have been seeing this place near Krakow and frankly we do not believe perfectly "whole", very hard. Must we sacrifice lives without stumbling upon the altar of more or less defensible convictions? No of course this can not be we would say. Unfortunately though, and with what savagery. Beyond the story, a call to finger this monstrous reality. The striped pajamas worn by thousands and thousands of children because they will be fatal? Bruno nor the reader can not understand what is happening and what is the point all this. A beautiful film to do so, he does not betray the whole book. Still, the book is closed turns to television or the Internet to realize that the minute I write this, thousands of Bruno and Shmuel die every day in the most complete indifference. Will we ever learn something of our history to make the present and especially the more humane future?