Activity Número One — a diary entry from the character I most relate to.

Played soccer today. We smashed Liesel's teem to pulp. She had Tommy Müller on her team, which was a definite sign she was going to loose. That kid couldn't kick a ball if it was sitting on a podium in front of him, wearing a dress and distracted. Never actually seen a ball in a dress. Should get onto that. I had soup for dinner, yuck. I'm so sick of not eating, I'm hungry all the time and I've actually noticed my stomach getting smaller. Maybe Liesel will kiss me if I'm skinny.... Aha, there's the silver lining! That's what Papa always says, that when life gives you a storm cloud you should look for the silver lining around the outside and that counts as the small bit of good in the big bit of bad. Sort of like this war, I guess. Except that Himmel Street is the small good bit and Germany is the gargantuan bad bit. Good word that, gargantuan, means enormous, Liesel's Papa told me so. I hate Hitler. I should have written that. But I did, so there. I'll write it again. I hate Hitler. I. Hate. Hitler. I. HATE. HITLER. There, I said it, and it's true. I'm going to have to say a thousand Heil Hitlers before I'll be a good boy again, dammit. I hate this war. I hate this country. Oh well. I don't want to be like Liesel and get a train somewhere and lose someone on the way. Wouldn't want to risk it. Speaking of Liesel, need to think of new plans vis à vis the kissing scenario. Hmm. Must get on to that. Jesse Owens, over and out.